Last post it was the Jews in India, now it’s the Irish. Aren’t Slumdog Millionaire, yoga pants and Deepak Chopra enough for you? Let my people go!
D sent me a link to this Trinity College Dublin exhibition with the message, “Shoot! Ended yesterday!”
I’m all about the accumulation of historic knowledge, but it’s just as well that we miss it. Those who have read this blog for some time now know how I feel about colonialism and proselytism. (If you are new here, here’s a hint: Murder. Death. Kill.) Really, you want me to make a complete haymes of this trip and get kicked out of Ireland for starting the second mutiny in a Dublin museum?
“Friends, desis, countryfrieds, put down your navratan kurma …”
That will end well.
But this, glorious this, before the TCD website takes it down. (Big) Pimpin’ (came from India, apparently). All I need is this outfit (and a pint of Guinness) to be your Rebel Queen.
The Raj is in the past but some Gaelic genes most likely endured.
Which explains the Madras Cricket Club’s penchant for Guinness. And my green, green heart.
Erin go Shah?
sIndia Fein?
Big Pimpin’ indeed. He’s even got a Pimp Stick (sheleighleigh?)!
Though when I saw this, I thought it might be a book cover. I imagined: “India & Ireland: How to cope with large swaths of your civilization’s history inexplicably dominated by England.”
And Nabobs come from Naboo. Meesa says the Empire gonna get hit with a shillelagh?
Star Wars refrences. Sneak them by me you will not.
Though back in our own galaxy, if only this outfit could be incorporated into KdV in some way…
Oh, I’ve been wondering how to make that fab cape. I already have the jewelry and tassels, and old ivory silk curtains. As long as the CRAPS costume coordinator (formerly D, now a good friend) doesn’t give me the stink eye (again) for not wearing the subkrewe theme’s
uniformcostume.