Whenever I tell people I’m a history major, they seem to formulate an impression of me based on that fact alone.
It was a sultry Saturday afternoon on January 11, 1845, when a little boy of eight or nine and his elder sister went to play at the Yarra Falls.
Women who lived through World War II on the home front witnessed complex changes to perceptions of their gender, with propaganda and policy giving them new agency while reinforcing their positions as victims, housewives and mothers.
Ever since I moved to Australia for university, I’ve really had to embrace my Kiwi identity. Despite spending most of my life in New Zealand, I never really had to consider what that actually means, or how I’d measure up to other people’s expectations.
He had been in the room for no more than a moment, yet his expression was already contorted by a perpetual grimace.
The Roman Republic was a deeply conservative and “status conscious society.” The paterfamilias, patriarch of the household, had near absolute authority over both citizen women and male slaves in the household.
Courtesans were well-dressed, intelligent, talented in music and writing, and provided company as well as sexual gratification. They proved a convenient way for aristocratic men to experience sex without dishonouring a noblewoman or being involved with a woman of a lower class.