During the 15th century women shaved their foreheads and eyebrows as it was considered fashionable to have a high hairline at the time, the start of an enduring affiliation of hair removal with appearance.
'Cum' is not a word. We don't have three-letter alternate spellings for other four-letter words that have double meanings. You wouldn't write “I know this guy who sucks and he's a mean dick, but he's so fucking hot, I want to suk his dik.” The proper spelling of 'come' works just fine too.
France: sixty ten
World: France what are you do—
France: four twenties
World: France stop it
France: four twenties ten
World: France that doesn’t even make any sense
This is how I sound (and look) when I speak French. For those playing at home, I’m Australian but I’ve lived in Paris for three years.
I hate clothes, ok? I hate buying ‘em. I hate picking ‘em out of my closet, I can’t stand everyday, trying to come up with little outfits for myself. I think eventually, fashion won’t even exist, it won’t, I think eventually we’ll all be wearing the same thing, ‘cause anytime I see a movie or a TV show where there’s people from the future, or another planet – they’re all wearing the same thing. Somehow they’ve decided THIS is going to be our outfit. One piece silver jump suit, V-stripe, and boots – that’s it. We should come up with an outfit for Earth – an Earth outfit. We should vote on it, candidates propose different outfits, no speeches. They walk out, twirl, walk off. We just sit in the audience and go “that was nice, I could wear that”.
During the second world war in one of the palaces of Tsarskoye Selo, a group of Soviet soldiers found a room decorated in a frank erotic style. According to witnesses, one of the walls was entirely hung with wooden phalluses of various shapes, a range of chairs, desks, and screens all decorated with pornographic images supplementing the whole appearance. Soldiers didn’t loot anything or destroy anything there, on the contrary, they made a dozen of documentary photos.
Most of the pictures were lost in the fire of war, but some of Hermitage personnel also confirm the existence of the parlour, noting that Catherine the Great even made a bodouir for Platon Zubov, but it’s unlikely that it could (sic) reached the 20th century. It is also known that the collection of erotic art belonged to the Romanov family was catalogued in 1930s. The evidences indicate that the objects were only shown to a selection of visitors. But the catalogue was lost. Like the whole entire collection, it was allegedly destroyed in 1950.