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He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.” LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him. In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much. Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all. Spartan women participated in some badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO  BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT. Fuck yes.
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He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.” LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him. In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much. Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all. Spartan women participated in some badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO  BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT. Fuck yes.
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He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”

LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.

Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.

In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.

Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.

Spartan women participated in some badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times.

Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO  BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.

Fuck yes.

Mirrors <3

Aren’t you somethin’ to admire, cause your shine is somethin’ like a mirror

And I can’t help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine

If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find

Just know that I’m always parallell on the other side

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go

Just put your hand on the glass, I’ll be tryin’ to pull you through

You just gotta be strong

Cause I don’t wanna lose you now

I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now

And I’ll tell you baby, it was easy

Comin’ back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

It’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me

I couldn’t get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me

And now it’s clear as this promise

That we’re making two reflections into one

Cause it’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Aren’t you somethin’, an original, cause it doesn’t seem merely assembled

And I can’t help but stare cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes

I can’t ever change without you, you reflect me, I love that about you

And if I could, I would look at us all the time

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go

Just put your hand on the glass, I’ll be tryin’ to pull you through

You just gotta be strong

Cause I don’t wanna lose you now

I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now

And I’ll tell you baby, it was easy

Comin’ back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

It’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me

I couldn’t get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me

And now it’s clear as this promise

That we’re making two reflections into one

Cause it’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Yesterday is history

Tomorrow’s a mystery

I can see you lookin’ back at me

Keep your eyes on me

Baby, keep your eyes on me

Cause I don’t wanna lose you now

I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now

And I’ll tell you baby, it was easy

Comin’ back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

It’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me

I couldn’t get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me

And now it’s clear as this promise

That we’re making two reflections into one

Cause it’s like you’re my mirror

My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

You are you are the love of my life

Baby you’re the inspiration for this precious song

And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on

So now I say goodbye to the old me, it’s already gone

And I can’t wait wait wait wait wait to get you home

Just to let you know, you are

You are you are the love of my life

Girl you’re my reflection, all I see is you

My reflection, in everything I do

You’re my reflection and all I see is you

My reflection, in everything I do

You are you are the love of my life

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