I opened and opened
Apr. 28th, 2026 07:43 pm( Instead of Depression )
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( How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best )


Though I went and looked up that Love Among the Butterflies Victorian lady who had a very close relationship with her dragoman and that was based on diaries discovered in the 1970s, so very much an outlier.
And possibly Jane Digby does not qualify as a lady explorer? though she covered a lot of ground as well having a really spectacular love-life.
(And do we in fact have to invoke Wollstoncraft even if she did publish a travel journal???)
Article tends to argue that it was partly in the cause of maintaining an aura of the feminine in spite of their masculine pursuit and partly in order to dissociate from the shadow of Wollstonecraft (which also loomed among suffragists, do admit).
Maybe.
And maybe they were invested in being Not Like Other Gurlzz and therefore not identifying with the Struggles of Their Sex.
Or maybe they were doing that thing whereby if a lady-person does something notable in one sphere, she had to balance that out in some way by not being an all-rounder, or doing careful respectability-maintenance, or whatever. (Translating Greek and being able to cook....)
Also, surely C19th British women explorers (wot no Isabelle Eberhardt?) were a very small group - not enough for a subset to be designated 'many'? Do they include e.g. missionaries or those women like Isabel Burton who followed their husbands?
Announcement: the audience for these has changed, so I’m going to do them once every three or four months instead of monthly. So please come to this May one if you’re interested, there won’t be another until probably August.
9th May, 1pm, Royal Festival Hall, Southbank Centre, SE1 8XX.
We will be on Level 5 blue side (the upper levels are no longer closed to non-ticket-holders), but I don’t know exactly where on the floor. It will depend on where we can find a table.
I have shoulder length brown hair, and will have my plush Chthulu which looks like this:

Please obey any rules posted in the venue.
The venue has lifts to all floors and accessible toilets. The accessibility map is here:
Click to access 21539-32_Access-Map_DIGI.pdf
The food market outside (side away from the river) is pretty good for all sorts of requirements, and you can also bring food from home, or there are lots of cafes on the riverfront.
Other things to bear in mind:
1. Please make sure you respect people’s personal space and their choices about distancing.
2. We have all had a terrible time for the last six years. Sharing your struggles is okay and is part of what the group is for, but we need to be careful not to overwhelm each other or have the conversation be entirely negative. Where I usually draw the line here is that personal struggles are fine to talk about but political rants are discouraged, but I may have to move this line on the day when I see how things go. Don’t worry, I will tell you!
3. Probably lots of us have forgotten how to be around people (most likely me as well), so here is permission to walk away if you need space. Also a reminder that we will all react differently, so be careful to give others space if they need.
Please RSVP if you’re coming so I know whether or not we have enough people. If there’s no uptake I will cancel a couple of days before.
kate DOT towner AT gmail DOT com
...The authors are taking a road trip across the US with a retired fellow named Mr. Adams and his wife Becky, who's actually the driver:
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Мы пили помидорный сок и кофе в толстых кружках, ели «гэм энд эгг» (яичницу с куском ветчины) в безлюдном и сонном в этот час маленьком кафе на Мейн-стрит и усаживались в машину. Мистер Адамс только и ждал этого момента. Он поворачивался к нам и начинал говорить. И говорил почти без перерыва весь день. Он, вероятно, согласился с нами ехать главным образом потому, что почувствовал в нас хороших слушателей и собеседников.
We would drink tomato juice from thick mugs, eat "ham and egg" in the empty and sleepy at this early hour small cafe on Main Street and get in the car. Mr. Adams has been waiting for his very moment. He would turn towards us and start talking. And he would keep talking, almost without stopping, the entire day long. Probably, he decided to ride with us mainly because he felt us to be good listeners and interlocutors.
Но вот что самое замечательное – его никак нельзя было назвать болтуном. Все, что он говорил, всегда было интересно и умно. За два месяца пути он ни разу не повторился. Он обладал точными знаниями почти во всех областях жизни. Инженер по специальности, он недавно ушел на покой и жил на маленький капитал, дававший скромные средства к жизни и независимость, которой он очень дорожил и без которой, очевидно, не мог бы просуществовать ни минуты.
But this is the most remarkable thing--one could not say he was a blabbermouth. Everything he said was interesting and intelligent. For the two months of our trip, he never repeated himself once. He possessed exact knowledge in almost all areas of life. An engineer by profession, he had recently retired and was living on the small capital, which yielded him a modest income and independence. This independence was very dear to him and he evidently couldn't have existed for even a minute without it.


