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Extremely relatable ancient Egyptian cat calls
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Reading time: 1.02 243 words Hey Reader, Do you know what these hieroglyphs mean? Scholars translated them as, “How beautiful are thy buttocks!” But it was actually pronounced: “Nice butt, Phar-bro!” I studied archaeology and ancient history at uni. I learned to read hierolyphs — and dabbled a little in ancient Sumerian and Babylonian, plus a little ancient Rome and Greek. Most of that knowledge has leaked out of my brain now but one thing stuck with me: humans have not changed. Not really. They ogled each others’ butts (and for the record, the buttock-admirer was a man appreciating another man’s suburbs because people were fine with that before the Christians came along). They wrote annoyed letters to and about merchants, builders, and tradesmen who’d wronged them. They wrote letters to their friends complaining about the youth of their day. And they graffiti’d willies allllllll over the place. So next time you’re worrying that nobody will be interested in what you have to say, remember this: we’re still reading and relating to the words people wrote down FIVE THOUSAND YEARS AGO. You are fully relatable. You have stories to tell. People will be glad if you tell them. Now, write that book. Not sure where to start? Start here with this bundle:
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