After lunch we spent a couple hours at the British Museum. It's called the British Museum, but most of the content is ganked from non-British places. Basically the British went all over the world, took a bunch of cool old things from other countries, and put them on display back home. Jon characterized the museum's attitude with, "Remember that time we owned half the countries? Well, here's all their stuff."
The museum is massive, and incredibly crowded. We saw a few cool things:
The Rosetta Stone. It's a pretty big deal there. |
Queens typically had this pose; I think she's supposed to look relaxed, but she seems more bored and irritated to me. |
Map of the world by Battista Agnese, 1536 |
Basalt statue knows as Hoa Hakananai'a Easter Island/Rapa Nui, Chile (South Pacific), about 1400 |
Russians Teaching Boney to Dance, Published by Hannah Humphrey, 18 March 1813. Image from Britishmuseum.org. "If you trespass on our grounds, you must dance to to our tunes." |
AND THEN THERE'S THIS SHIT:
WHAT A LOVELY TALE OF CROSS-CULTURAL EXCHANGE |
So to sum up, the British Museum is a colonialism-glorifying, white-supremacy-apologizing hunk of crap, and you should not go there.
After the Museum of Blatant Imperialism, we went to the aquarium, which cheered me up because fish are cool.
You can stand on sharks there!
We also saw some cool jellyfish:
Aquarium lighting designer must be a pretty cool gig. |
It is a snakelock anemone! For some reason it is holding a shiny bauble and waving it around in the air.
The aquarium ends with some friendly penguins:
He came right up to say hi. |
We learned that Port Jackson sharks lay screw-shaped eggs!
WHAT?! (photo from Australianmuseum.net) |
The aquarium, perhaps purposefully, put the clown fish in the same tank as the regal tang, and every child who approached the tank exclaimed "OH LOOK NEMO! AND THERE'S DORY!" It was adorable.
There was a sign at the beginning of the aquarium telling you DO NOT TOUCH ANY OF THE DAMN ANIMALS, but they did not necessarily repeat this warning at every tank with an open top. We saw first-hand that they probably should. We watched a GROWN WOMAN encourage her eight-ish year-old daughter to touch a turtle that was swimming by--not just on the shell either, she was REACHING FOR ITS HEAD AS IF IT WERE A PUPPY THAT MIGHT LICK HER HAND. Jon and I saw this happening, both said "Uuuhhhh don't do that..." and no sooner were the words out of our mouths than the turtle snapped onto the little girl's finger. She shrieked and pulled her hand up, bringing the turtle out of the water for a second before he let go and returned to minding his own business. The girl was fine, just shaken up, but I felt like smacking her mind-bogglingly irresponsible mother. Instead I made eye contact with another woman who had also witnessed this spectacular display of dumb-assery and giggled with her.
This turtle DOES NOT WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND. |
xo
Hannah
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