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Foreign. From the Broski Nation headquarters in Los Angeles, California, this is the Broski Report with your host, Brittany Broski. We're going to start this episode with a scene that I've written in my head just about 35 seconds ago. Okay, this is a troubled mother and father in the year 1889 talking to a German doctor about their sick child. Here we go. Oh, doctor, please. Every night restless, she writhes around in pain. There must be something you can do. Yes, doctor, Give it to us straight. Anything it costs. Please save my darling child's life. Well, there is one thing we have not tried. Please, doctor, anything, tell us. Oh, do tell us. The only way forward is to start digging in your butt, twin. What? Yes, it is a new trial. We are practicing in Germany now. To start digging in your butt. In this town we call home. Everyone start digging in your butt. Everybody dig. Everybody dig. Hey guys. Welcome back to the Brosgi Report. Starring me, your host, Brittany Broski. Oh heavens. You've interrupted my trials again in my scientific laboratory. Really, you must not before you enter. Okay, guys, we're back once again. And the motherfucking stew. And by stew, I mean my Victorian library. Welcome back. Have I changed outfits from last week? No. Has my hair somehow gotten greasier? Yes. Welcome back to my weird fascination. It'll be short lived. Just let me. Let me fucking feel it out. My weird fascination with Victorians because what the fuck was wrong with them? What were they doing? Bro, Y' all were high on arsenic, radium and lead eating mummies. What the fuck? And British. This is. This kills me, bro. British people think, thought maybe still think that they are the pinnacle of human evolution. That they are truly God's gift to this green earth. They have the only correct way of life. This, that and the other. And you were drinking arsenic and eating mummies. Can you get the out of my face now? They did know how to design the out of a nightgown though. All right, look at this gorgeous little decolletage piece. Very scandalous. You know what else I learned recently? This whole episode going to be a deep dive onto what the was wrong with Victorians. Because I know I've been hinting at it, but we're really going to get into it today. And by the way, again, I've never looked more beautiful. I've never looked more beautiful. Something about this almost dead seaside melancholy look here. Like a slight purplish under the eyes, greasy hair, one singular eyelash. I'm loving it. Like, like dead ass. I've never looked better. I'm Being very genuine. Like, this is. This is the right. What have we got today? Really, what we've got to understand about the Victorians is they were really fucking weird. Okay, what the fuck was I just about to say? In this town we call home, everyone. Start digging in your butt. Start digging in your butt, twin. Digging in your butt is over, though. That is an old ass meme. Okay, if you're still laughing at digging in your butt In August of 2025, you need to stand up. You need to get off. And if you don't know about that meme, you don't need to know about it, because it's over now. It just sits. It gets caught in my head like a loop sometimes. Like a riptide. Start digging in your. Stop the voices. The voices. Start digging in your butt, twin. In SpongeBob's voice. Stop it. The voices talk to me at night. And then I come into my Victorian library and I start reading Sherlock Holmes, and I'm like, yes, Dr. Watson, his time in the Afghan war. Start digging in your butt, twin. No, really, I must learn to focus. Like, that's literally. Y' all don't understand what I do alone in my house. Thank. I live alone because the thought of even. Even hear me out when I say this. The thought of living with a man and not being able to live out my little fantasy in my own house that I pay for by myself. Get the out of my space. You know what would ruin this vibe? Look at this gorgeous vibe I've curated in here. And if you're an audio listener, this shit is a Victorian dream. I have all my little oddities. I have my little favorite books. I have a creepy picture of Edgar Allan Poe half dead. I've got all my laid out. I'm posted the up in here. If a man was in my space, that would literally blow my high. If a man walked up in here like, hey, babe, we're out of toilet paper. Can you get the out of there? Sometimes I feel like that werewolf filter on Snapchat, you know, where you, like, open your mouth really wide and then, like, it sprouts and the eyes turn red and the backdrop goes blue. That's how I fucking feel when a man pisses me off. Yo, we're out of trouble. Then go get Job. Then get in the car and go get job. Start digging in your butt, twin. Fuck you and fuck off. Okay, let's get into some Victorian weirdo shit. I have a bunch of fun facts here that are not so fun because they're gross. Victorians were fucking gross. So let's get into it. Okay? Fact number one, to understand about the Victorians, they were freaky. Aw, freaks. They were some freaks, bro. The Victorians were freaking their shit in a crazy way. And then turning around in the same breath and being like. The level of debauchery and unbecoming lack of decorum. Truly, one must be imprisoned for such a lack of decorum. Oh, we must implement a law forbidding this type of behavior. The first vibrator was created in Victorian times. I know. That's fucking right. And then it was outlawed because a woman's pleasure should be outlawed. I know that's right, girl. Shut the. Truly, so many things came about in the Victorian era. That's like, y' all were onto something. And then, of course, they were like, oh, a woman is like, oh, no, no, no, we can't have that. A woman's enjoying herself, can't have that. Hell no. Don't even get me started on gay people enjoying themselves. Can't have that. Not once, not twice. Never. Do y' all remember the viral YouTube video drinking out of Cups? I just wanted to throw that out there. If you do, hey, give me a fist bump. If you do, give me one of these. Write to the phone. Nice. And if you don't, go watch it. That shit. That was a very formative video for me, me and my cousin Bailey. I don't know why that we quoted it all the time. Okay? Victorians were some freaky. All weirdos. Let's get into it. 11 fascinating facts about the Victorians. Number one, read all about it. Health professionals. This is From Sudley, Sudley, castle.co.uk Health professionals in the Victorian era were constantly innovating and suggesting new and interesting ways to fight illnesses. In 1875, one recommendation was to cover oneself in sheets of newspaper, providing a warm and comfortable night's sleep while reducing the onset of pneumonia. What, bro? Okay, what you're gonna want to do is put paper all over your body, go to the bathroom, wipe with the toilet paper, put it on your legs, and that'll cure your tuberculosis. Now, this is not on any evidence, or it's just kind of something I'm theorizing right now. Yeah, because, you know, I dribbled on my side. I was drunk one night, I pissed on my leg and I woke up next day and I wasn't coughing no more. So what you're going to want to do is go home, piss on that toilet paper, piss on the newspaper, wrap your leg in it and tell Me if that shit doesn't go away tomorrow. All right, if it doesn't, I'll come by. I'll come talk to you then. All right, Love y'. All. Bye. That for real, is, like, what Victorian medicine sounds like. Well, what you gonna want to do? Suck on the head of a snail? That might cure your syphilis? If not, hell, I don't know. Maybe try having sex with a bunch of people. That might make syphilis go away. All right, I'll be back around tomorrow. Hey, y' all got $5? I owe somebody some money. Literally, it's like Victorian doctors. Hell, I don't know. Y' all got any food around here? I'm kind of hungry. Number two, an everyday poison, toxic arsenic, was widely consumed by victorians, which we know. Okay. Arsenic was in green was a big theme for Victorians. They loved the color green that had arsenic in it. Dresses, wallpaper, candy. All of it had arsenic. And radium was another fan favorite of the Victorians. And another one was, as we know, lead. These bitches loved lead, mercury, radium, arsenic. Throw it all together, make a gorgeous mocktail. Okay. Add some thc, die. Arsenic, radium, cyanide, thc, get high, die. That's actually a fun weekend activity for you and the girls. You and the you and the girls. After you're finished eating a mummy. Mummy unboxing, that's another thing they would do. We'll get to that in a second. These bitches loved arsenic, bro. Women believed it had qualities which made skin appear younger, and so it was a major ingredient in many cosmetics. Whereas men would consume arsenic pills as a way of stimulating their libido. Can't get my dick hard. Drink arsenic. All right, my peener's not working. Let's see if this lead will fix that shit. Oh, I'm dead at 30. Oh, I'm bald and dead at 30. Got it. Okay. So. Did not work. The German doctor character I was doing at the beginning did not work. Patient found dead and bald. Underline dead and bald. Okay. Unsurprisingly, these products caused extreme sickness and led to many fatalities before people understood the true power of the substance. How many died with a half choed and bald at the age of 25? Before they were like, maybe the dick pills aren't working. Maybe the gas station arsenic dick pills are killing our youth. That equivalent today is like bang energy. That equivalent today is like, what's that? That was it. Bang energy. That early TikTok straight dudes were. They would, like, get paid a hundred thousand dollars to make 1,000 videos early TikTok. And they all lived together and they were probably all kissing each other and. And they would make videos promoting bang energy. And what was that? The water bottle. The coldest water bottle. They all remember those. And on vine it was like, badoo. That dating app, bro. This is the equivalent, bro. They were trying to push the team. You TikTok shop arsenic dick pills. And guess what? The fee wasn't that good. And it was killing the youth. So it happens. Actually, you know what it is? It's that flat tummy tea where you just your brains out. That's the equivalent to the arsenic dick pill. Number three. Curious collections. Many Victorians would specialize in collecting objects, from zoological and botanical to geological and archaeological. That's kind of how I feel here on this set right now. I got to get some more oddities in here. I got to get some more weirdo. Arguably, and ideally made of plastic made of microplastics. Okay, I love microplastics. I love consuming things made of microplastics. I love bpa. I love whatever that shit is that. Y' all remember that documentary that came out a couple years ago? Maybe like 10, 15 years ago. I don't know about the shit that's on receipt paper. You know what I'm talking about? Receipt paper, chemical. Oh, it's bpa. These chemicals can be harmful to human health, particularly impacting reproductive systems, potentially contributing to obesity and attention disorders. See, we're all fat with ADHD and with fucked up periods because we gotta stop sucking on that receipt paper. Okay, y', all, if you're watching this right now, chewing on a water receipt paper. Spit it. Spit it out. What? Spit it out. That's how I feel sometimes on this podcast. What did I say? Get over here. Spit it out. Bisphenols. Bisphenols in thermal paper. Thermal paper, used for most receipts, is coated with chemicals that react with heat to create the printed image. BPA and bps are common examples of these chemicals. Bisphenols and receipts are in a free unbound form, which allows them to easily transfer to skin upon contact. This can happen even with a brief handling of. Of receipts. Yeah, dude, I. I saw this in a. When I took an AP environmental science class in high school. She showed us that. My teacher showed us this documentary about BPA and like specifically in water bottles and all this, how easily it transfers and how it's in literally everything because everything's made of plastic and how that is. It's an in. What's it called? Endocrine disruptor. Isn't that it? Endocrine is hormones. Yeah, it's an endocrine disruptor. Yay. Anyways, like I said, stop sucking on receipt paper. People devoted cabinets and spaces for their prized collections, which would often take up entire rooms in their home. During the era, many towns and villages had a curiosity shop which sold an array of weird and wonderful objects to avid collectors. You know what's tea is you can go to like pretty much any old ass city. London probably being the most relevant because that's like actually the epicenter of Victorian culture. But even shit like Madrid and New York, Paris is another great one where there are these cities that have extreme oddities and they are real. But there are some curio shops that have fake. That's been like, it's one of those things where it's almost more nasty and weird to find an original, you know, embalmed baby giraffe or any of these weirdo that these Victorians used to collect. And those go for way more than these fake ones, obviously. But at the same time, what do you have to do to create a fake embalmed like chupacabra or some shit? You know, sometimes I go to these macabre weird oddity shops and it'll be like fabricated creatures that have been pinned the way they used to pin butterflies or whatever, you know, or like bats or whatever. And it's these fake mythological creatures and I'm like, who the fuck is making this and selling it? Like real chupacabra caught and pinned, taxidermied, $5,000 real from the Victorian era. And it's like, what the fuck? I want to meet the people who are making the fake ones. Because the real ones, obviously we know the Victorians and just there are weirdos out there who want to own that shit. Like they're fascinated by it and they want to own it and they want to make sure that it's authentic and real. Why is beyond me. But there is this weird counterfeit things that are supposed to be real oddities or resemble real oddities and they're obviously fake. But I want to know who the fuck is making that. Y' all get what I'm saying? And also that shit's cooler to me than the real stuff. The real stuff is nasty. That makes me like really sad. You know, when you walk into a place and you see like a real taxidermy buckhead or like those nasty gentlemen's lounges or bars that have genuine game, like African game that's been poached and stuffed, and it's like a prize. Obviously, we feel differently today than we did even in, like, the 80s 90s, early 2000s about that stuff. But it's still very unsettling to see. I would much rather go into a place and see, like, fake Chupacabra or, like, a jackalope. You know what I mean? If I see a fucking rabbit with antlers, I'm like, that's sick. Is that real? Hey, is that real? Where'd you get that? Hey, can I touch it? I'm, like, climbing on top of booths. Ma', am, please get touched. That one. What is. Where did you find that? These. These things have been extinct for years. Where did you find that? I'm taking it down. I'm petting it. Like Dr. Evil with his cat. Yeah. This is actually a genuine troop of carpenter jackalope. I can tell that. I could tell by the shape of the ears and the antlers. So it's actually a really rare find you got here. How much for it? Ma', am, please put that back. That's. It's just a design. Yeah. How much for it? You take Venmo Cash app. Come on, don't be cheap with me. Just let me know how much for it. What is a Chupacabra? Okay, now let me tell you something. I did not know a Chupacabra was vampiric. Originating in Puerto rico in the mid-90s, the legend has spread throughout the Americas, with sightings reported in Mexico, the southern United States, and even as far as Chile. While the Chupacabra is often depicted as a fearsome reptilian creature with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, many scientists believe that the creature is actually a misidentification of animals with severe mange, a skin disease that causes hair loss and emaciated appearance. I always thought a Chupacarbo was, like, a dog. Yeah, it was like a mangy dog. Yeah. See, Tea, no, it's not a lizard. Trust. Trust, bro. It's not a lizard. I'm telling you. Okay? They're described as a vampiric beast that attacks and drains the blood of livestock, particularly goats. That's crazy. Okay. I did not know that they were actually doing blood sucking. I didn't know they were sucking. I thought they were just kind of being a nuisance. Okay, let's go back to. And a jackalope. Of course, we all know what a jackalope looks like. Jackalope. See, that's sick. As. I love jackalopes. That's awesome. I don't know what the Side of Tik Tok. I'm actually on, but I just got an update. I was just informed that there is a. What's that shit called from? Last of us. Forceps. Okay? Forceps is an instrument tool. Forceps. Last of us. Cordyceps. My fault. Look, my fault. Cordyceps. Fungus. There is a type of fungus. What is this little pop up right here on Google. What the fuck? Okay. Oh, you keep clicking it. It keeps growing. What the Google? Oh, I don't like. I don't like fungi. I don't. With fungi like that. I'm sorry. Look. And now it's all over my. And I can't read. Okay, that was crazy. By the way. Did y' all see that? For audio listeners, When I googled fungus, a little mushroom thing popped up at the bottom of my Google and I clicked on it and then shit started growing all over the screen. Okay, Anyway, I saw this on Tick Tock. I'm just keeping y' all informed because I was informed. Okay? There is a anthropomorphic. Anthropomorphic type of cordyceps that is infecting rabbits and it's making this weird grow out of their face. I'm not going to look up a picture because I saw it and I, like, got a little queasy. But it's basically like a tumor that grows all over their. Their face and it gets in their eyes and I don't know what's causing it, but it's like a parasite. The. It's affecting wabbits. I don't know why. I don't know how to help deport wabbits. Anyways, jackalopes are sick as. And I'm going to pull this back up because this is what a healthy jackalope looks like, all right? And honestly. Ew, look, there it is. See, look. That's so sad. I don't want to look at that. Virus can cause bunnies to grow horns, but they're not horns. They're big tumors on their head. Anyway. Yeah, the jackalope. America's animal amalgamation. That's sick as fuck. And how about when I was a kid, I used to look at pictures like this. I used to be like, well, obviously they're real. There's photos of it. Okay, but what do you mean it's not real? There's literal photos. Like, do you. How do you think those came about me as a kid not understanding Photoshop is real? Oh, y', all. I just got to the bottom of it. The creature originated in Douglas, wyoming, in the 30s when brothers Douglas and Ralph Herrick. It's always some fucking men created a taxidermy hoax by combining a rabbit with deer antlers. This first jackalope became a famous symbol of the West, a popular souvenir and a significant part of Douglas, Wyoming's identity, which is known as the jackalope capital of the world. 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But did you know Victoria disliked black funerals and at her own funeral in 1901 ensured the streets of London were decorated in purple and white care. Victoria is a fucking monster. Have you seen the picture of her morning gown though? She was a short little thing. Queen Victoria mourning dress. Look at this. There's no shot she was that tiny. Look at that, bro. That's nuts. The morning Dress worn by Queen Victoria after the death of her grandson from Russian flu is to go on display for the first time as part of an exhibition highlighting the ongoing threat from epidemics. The tiny black silk and crepe dress was made for the Dim. Diminutive. Dimin. Diminutive. Diminutive. How do you. I've always. Diminutive. Extremely or unusually small. Diminutive. Diminutive. Interesting. Diminutive. For the diminutive queen. In 1892, following the death of Prince Albert Victor, known as Prince eddie, who was 28 and second in line to the throne when he was struck by the illness a month before his wedding. His death changed the course of history and showed that even the most privileged could succumb to disease. But it also changed the way epidemics were seen. Influenza before that was not seen as very serious. This really drove home that influenza was a serious and virulent disease. The exhibition has been staged to mark the centenary. Centenary. Centenary. Centenary. I think it's Centenary. Centenary. Centenary. And what's the British centenary? Now that just sounds stupid. Centenary. The exhibition has been staged to mark the center centenary centenary of the 1918-1919 Spanish flu epidemic which killed between 50 and 100 million people worldwide. This is very fascinating to me. This is one of my weird. Sometimes I get super fixated on it and then I forget that I liked it. Not liked, rather. I find it very interesting, the study of disease. And also now that we've all lived through a global pandemic, just like it's so fascinating how little we truly know. It's fascinating in every realm of, you know, human knowledge, of how little we know of the known world around us and even less of the unknown world when it comes to the ocean and fucking space and whatever. But when it comes to disease and how it. This concept of it disproportionately affecting classes, what really interests me is when you go back all the way to, like Henry VIII or like Charles ii, I believe it's the second of Spain, like the Habsburg chin and all this, like royals, honestly, having the most access to, you know, people at the forefront of health and research and study. When it comes to medicine, no one is immune. Everyone dies, right? You can have the best care, and if the care is bloodletting, you're still gonna fucking die. What I recently learned is so many portraits and customs developed from in an attempt to hide the severity of how these diseases ate away at the royals. And it was almost this unspoken yet widely known thing that they were riddled with disease, syphilis being probably the most famous. But all of these different, I mean, flesh eating bacteria from having unprotected, unsafe sex, just like horrible hygiene habits. All of this, like, it disproportionately, of course, affected the poor, but that doesn't mean the rich were immune. So, I mean, pockmarks and all these. It's just crazy how history will hide that and, and portraiture and all these surviving, I guess, evidence that we have of how medical ailments were treated at the time and how the royal family would do everything in their power to hide it. It's just very fascinating to me, right? Because I want to see that shit. That shit's nasty. That's nasty. And you should be embarrassed because. Ew. Hey. Ew. Okay, here we go. In the Victorian era, people were fascinated by ancient Egypt. Many historians believe this was down to the parallels that could be drawn from their relationships with death. In fact, Egyptian influences can be found in women's mourning jewelry from the era. This obsession led to an unusual phenomenon whereby experts would unwrap mummies for an auditorium of curious men and women. Now, let me add on to that, and we're going to actually go into a different tab now, because rich Victorians would go to Egypt or to the African continent and purchase mummies, bring them back to the United Kingdom and have unwrapping parties and then eat them. What the fuck are you bitches talking about? You bitches are weird. And you're gonna turn around and be like, I don't think gay people should actually be allowed to get married. What the fuck? You're so high on mummy brains, it's actually rotting you. It's rotting you from the inside out. Okay, mummy eater. Fucking cannibal weirdo. Let's read it. This is from Smithsonian Magazine. Mummies and other preserved and fresh human remains were a common ingredient in the medicine of the time. In short, not long ago, Europeans were cannibals. For several hundred years, peaking in the 16th and 17th centuries, many Europeans, including royalty, priests and scientists, routinely ingested remedies containing human bones, blood and fat as medicine for everything from headaches to epilepsy. There were few vocal opponents of the practice. Even though cannibalism in the newly explored Americas was reviled as a mark of savagery. See what I mean? It's. They're talking out of both sides of their fucking mouth. Mummies were stolen from Egyptian tombs and skulls were taken from Irish burial sites. Grave diggers robbed and sold body parts. The question was not, should you eat human flesh? But what Sort of flesh should you eat. The answer at first was Egyptian mummy, which was crumbled into tinctures to staunch internal bleeding. What? By other parts of the body soon. But other parts of the bar. Hey, talk fucking read. Read normal. My hair is so greasy. I can feel it. I can feel every modicum of grease on my scalp right now. And I can smell it. I'm freaking out. I'm overstimulated. I'm hot. And now reading about eating people. Oh, I feel like the Grinch. That shit. I'm not going. What the fuck? If you don't forward this message to seven friends, she will be at the base of your bed tonight. Me as the guy from Pan's labyrinth. Okay, let's staunch internal bleeding stanch. But other parts of the body soon followed. Skull was one common ingredient, taken in powdered form to cure head ailments. Right, because for. If your head's hurting, just eat some head. Yeah. You just need head. Yeah, let me get the head. Yeah, thank you. Me at the apothecary. Yeah, let me get ahead and. Yeah, let me get ahead and. Maybe some brain. Okay. Anyway. Okay, that was a dick sucking joke. Let's move on. Thomas Willis, a 17th century pioneer of brain science, brewed a drink for apoplexy, or bleeding, that mingled powdered human skull and chocolate. What the fuck are y' all talking about, bro? And King Charles II of England sipped the King's drops, his personal tincture containing human skull in alcohol. Oh, that just made me gag a little bit. Oh, dude. If any of you bitches have been to the catacombs in Paris, raise your hand. Okay, now think about grabbing one of those and licking it. I just. I cannot understand. First of all, such a disrespect for the human body. Second of all, really thinking that shit would work. Third of all, how normal it was. Like, what the actual I'm. This shit is so interesting to me because. What are you talking about? Even the toupee of moss that grew over a buried skull called usnia, became a prized additive. It's powder believed to cure nosebleeds and possibly epilepsy. How popular was epilepsy in the Victorian era? Damn. Human fat was used to treat the outside of the body. German doctors, for instance, prescribed bandages soaked in it for wounds. And rubbing fat into the skin was considered a remedy for gout. Jesus. Blood was procured as fresh as possible while it was still thought to contain the vitality of the body. This requirement made it challenging to acquire. The 16th century German Swiss physician, Paracelsus Paracelsus. Paracolosis. Paraclis believed blood was good for drinking, and one of his followers even suggested taking blood from a living body. Bro, y' all want to be vampires so bad. You want to be Edward Cullen so bad. While that doesn't seem to have been common practice, the poor who couldn't always afford the processed compounds sold in apothecaries, could gain the benefits of cannibal medicine by standing by at executions and paying a small amount for a cup of the still warm blood of the condemned. I'm actually like, my mouth. I'm gonna vomit. The Executioner was considered a big healer in Germanic countries. He was a social leper with almost magical powers. For those who. Ew. Ew, dude. For those who preferred their blood cooked, a 1679 recipe from a Franciscan apothecary describes how to make it into a marmal. You bitches should be shot. Oh, my God. Okay, I'm actually done reading this. We can actually move on. As well as mourning loved ones, there was another, more practical reason why so many Victorians wore a lot of black. It was all down to pollution. Industry was booming in the Victorian era, and as much. And as such, pollution was rife, particularly in the cities, meaning that women who wore light colors would find their dresses turned shades of gray and so opted for darker clothing. This is so, like, what was it called? The Age of Stink or some bullshit like that. What was it called? Let me find it. Yes, bro. In 1858. 1858 was known as the Great Stink. The River Thames was so full of sewage and factory waste that it could be smelled for miles and made people physically ill. The Great Stink. Bitch, what the fuck? And this was the country colonizing the world. The Great Stink. You bitches are stinky in your eating bodies. I can't believe it. I cannot believe it. You bitches were drinking blood and eating brains, and you're like, what if we colonized all of Africa? Oh, my God. I can't believe it. Ugh. Lead was used as food coloring, and people would often put arsenic in pickles to make them more sour. And trust, if I were alive during Victorian times, I would have had arsenic poisoning down. I would have been Miss Arsenic. Miss Arsenic, 1861. I have a sash, bro. I bet that shit tastes good. I bet arsenic is good. If it made pickles more sour. Yeah. Oh. All it would have taken is I go to the apothecary and they're like, got these new pickles in. I would have been like, give me that jar. Give me three Jars, actually. Arsenic pickles. What does arsenic do to the body? Arsenic exposure can lead to a wide range of health effects, from acute poisoning with symptoms like nausea and vomiting, to chronic issues like skin damage, cardiovascular disease, and cancer. I wonder if a lot of Victorians died of cancer or if it was for real, like they were just rotting from the inside. Nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Awesome. They were. They had hot butt. They were shitting liquid fire all the time, bro. I'm telling you, I actually would have. Like, there's something about my chemical makeup in 2025 that belongs in the Victorian times. I wouldn't have lasted beyond the age of 25, and I think that's really magical. But I would have had a damn good time. I would have had a great time in Victorian England. I would have stunk, though. The Great Stink. The Great Stink Stink, okay. There was arsenic in the wallpaper, There were arsenic in clothing. There was arsenic in candy, which is nuts. Radium is another really popular one. Radium. Victorian Era. The use of makeup, hair products and perfumes is not a modern notion. These types of bodily decoration have been around since well before the ancient Egyptians. While each culture and time period have interpreted their beauty routines differently, the Victorians took it to an entirely new and dangerous level. From the products they placed on their faces, ways in which they wash their hair, and even the dyes used to color their dresses, it seems as if all forms of beauty in the Victorian age should have come with a buyer beware warning. Arsenic has been a popular cosmetics ingredient despite its known toxicity for centuries. However, presences of poisons in everyday life, particularly for a woman, were hard to ignore. Glass and tin bottles hide snug in a case, waiting for a woman's daily ritual. She reaches for a bottle of ammonia and washes it over her face. Holy shit. Careful to replace the delicate glass stopper. Next, she dips her fingertips into the creams and powders of her toilet table, gravitating towards a bright white paint filled with lead, which she delicately paints over her features. It's important to avoid smiling. The paint will set and any emotion will make it unattractively crack. One publication in particular, the Ugly Girl Papers. Me. Sorry, guys, got to clock in at the Ugly Girl Papers, bro. Imagine being higher at the Ugly Girl. Just found out I'm chopped at the Chopped and Unk Papers. The Popped papers? No. Well, the Chopped and Unk Papers are always hiring. Shed light on the practices that women were participating in every day, even offering suggestions on different common poisons to use themselves. Reminiscent of what was known in the 1990s as heroin chic. There were two main makeup looks throughout the Victorian era, the English Rose and Painted Lady. The goal of the painted lady was to appear as pale as possible, a reminder to the rest of society that her privilege has afforded her to not have to work in the sun. I know that this isn't. Well, of course, everything goes back to colonialism, but this is also a big trope in India of, like, skin lightening creams and all, and how, of course, colorism permeates almost every culture. But this idea specifically of, like, white privilege and being light skinned means you don't. You're not doing manual labor. And that's something to be, you know, desired and lauded. And I think that that's so interesting that, like, it just trickles down into literally everything. The way that you're painting your face and what you're buying at the apothecary is with that in mind, it's just. It boggles the mind. It really, really does. Because of this societal ideal, it came as no shock that the highly sought after look quickly became modeled after those suffering from consumption or tuberculosis. Shout out. John Green. Alexis Carle, a perfumer who has researched Victorian cosmetics, extensively noted the look of the consumptive was very desirable. The woman with the watery eyes and pale skin, which, of course was from the cadaver in the throes of death. Bitch. Me. Literally me. A woman that looks like she's on the verge of death. Why is that the beauty standard? And why is it. Why is it. Okay, so just how was a look like that achieved? To attain the watery eyes, a woman would place belladonna drops. What? Directly into her eyes. This effect would last far longer than dropping citrus or. Or perfume, as some women did. What the fuck? While belladonna would achieve the desired look, used over time, it would render the user blind. Yeah, no fucking shit, bitch. To achieve the pale, translucent skin that would evoke purity, innocence, and, most importantly, class, women would go to extremes that would make some of us cringe today. One of the most popular notions of basic skincare at the time was a mix between ammonia, mercury, and opium. One was recommended to coat their face with opium every night, followed by a wash of ammonia in the morning. And if sparse eyebrows or eyelashes plagued you, a quick wash with a mercury compound was recommended as a night treatment. What the fuck? Ammonia was also commonly used to wash and style your hair. Looking for longer eyelashes without the use of mercury, eyelash extensions began to rise in popular thought in the 19th century. To start, cocaine would be washed not only across your eyelid, but on the interior rims of your eyelids as an anesthesia. Then a technician would pluck a few hairs from your head, thread it through the eye of a sewing needle, and get to work threading your new eyelashes onto your lash line. What? That's actually gagged me. I'm actually speechless at that. I mean, wow. Ew. Bitch. In writing such as the Ugly Girl papers, the author would be somewhat contradictory in both recommending that ammonia will help your hair to grow and be stronger, while also suggesting that the ammonia wash used on your face would help to rid you of any unwanted body hair. Right at the end of the day, you're just going to be bald. Another popular face cream at the time was the French brand Thoradia. Among many use significant amounts of radium to help brighten a woman's complexion. This is gagging me. Arsenic complexion wafers became another increasingly popular avenue to achieve the pale color of virtue for a woman. Offered in places such as the Sears and Roebuck catalog and the local druggist, these type of wafers were advertised for delicate nibbling and were advertised as generally safe. It has even been recorded that in Bohemia, former portion of the Czech Republic and Slovakia, women would bathe regularly in arsenic riddled hot springs to lighten their entire body. Fuck me. Multitude of side effects from damage to the kidneys and entire nervous system, hair loss, arsenical keratosis, growths throughout the body, vitiligo, and ultimately death. Lead based cosmetics. Paints had been an extremely popular skin cover for decades before the Victorians grabbed hold of it and continued to rise in the 19th century, covering your face, arms, chest and any other piece of skin that was shown. The corrosive nature of lead would leave your skin damaged and in far worse shape after every use, requiring you to use more and more to cover up its effects. Damn. Okay, this is about the wallpaper. Author Charlotte Perkins Gilman highlighted the household danger in her short story, the Yellow Wallpaper. The smell. It creeps all over the house. I find it hovering in the dining room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall and lying in wait for me on the stairs. Such a peculiar odor, too. I've spent hours in trying to analyze it to find what it smelled like. In 1839, German chemist Leopold Mellon noted that damp rooms with green wallpaper often possessed a mouse like odor. Ew. Which he attributed to the production of dimethyl arsenic acid within the wallpaper. Many believed that they would be safe from the effects of these wallpapers as long as they refrained from licking it or stayed away from the green colors. However, even if left untouched, arsenic could flake off of the wallpaper or even from arsenic gas if the room became damp. Fuck. When put into the bounds of Gilman's the Yellow Wallpaper, a woman is confined to a single room to help rid her of the female hysteria that was clearly taking over. The constant exposure to the arsenic laced wallpaper, coupled with isolation, led to the mental decline and assumed eventual death of the main character. Have to read that. Wow. For those of us in the 21st century, we read about these types of beauty routines in absolute shock and horror. But we weren't alone. The Victorians knew of these poisons and their deathly side effects, but simply chose to ignore them for the sake of beauty. The lesson learned. Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but arsenic, mercury, radium, and lead would guarantee that you were drop dead gorgeous. Okay, okay, MollyBrown.org, okay, thesis statement. Okay, conclusion. That's nuts. Apparently they would do radium in water as well for like, a energy drink. Radium in water? Victorian water was artificially radiumized in jars or consumed as patent medicine based on a misunderstanding of radium's effects. While the Victorian era was a time of significant scientific discovery, the widespread commercial use and promotion of radium and water as a health tonic came more in the early 1900s after the discovery of radium by the curies. Bitch. That's crazy. Oh, and you want to know something else that Victorian women would do? And honestly, this is, like, still really relevant today because we still talk about this today and it still exists in a certain form. Bitch. The tapeworm diet. They would literally eat a tapeworm so that they would shit their brains out and lose weight that way. But then the question is, how do you get the tapeworm out, bro? And then you die. Because now you're feeding every time you eat something the tapeworm's eating. And guess what? You might have a little bulge in your stomach because the fucking tapeworm is in your gut. Oh, my God. Will we ever be free? Will we ever be free of these made up, fabricated, unreal beauty standards? I mean, it's truly like, there's nothing good that comes from it. There's nothing good. Okay. Anyway, I am going to officially introduce a new segment that I'd like to do on this podcast that is Broski Nation Ghost Stories. A lot of you bitches are disturbed. A lot of you bitches are spooky and weird. And that's why I like you. You have stories to tell, you have things to say. And this is above all else, a kind of forum for the weird, spooky, disturbed bitches to speak to me. Come to me, speak to me. And so my squire, Elizabeth, has put together a Google form, I think like two, three weeks ago, at this point, wherein she asked Broski Nation to submit their ghost stories. I am prepared to read one to three of those right now, and I'd like to incorporate this every week where we kind of end on a Broski Nation ghost story. And I either react to it and have some insight or it haunts me and I have to go to bed alone. So let's go ahead and do that. I think that this is a fun. A fun thing. Okay, this one is from Hannah. Pronoun she her. Thank you for your submission, Hannah. Here's the story. Growing up, my dad took us kids camping a lot. We grew up in a house in front of a woods. This particular woods has been in my family for seven generations. Damn. It holds all seven of their ashes as well. I've slept in this woods countless times, but I will never forget the first. We set up camp deep in the woods, in an area we call the rocks. We call it this because there's a pile of boulders bigger than any other rocks in the woods. It was late summer, almost fall, and the air was cool. Okay, story building. Okay, scene setting. Come on, Hannah. I shared a tent with my older brother. My dad slept in a hammock. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I was scared to go alone. And I woke up my brother, like a great big brother. He told me to go by myself and quickly went back to sleep. I unzipped the tent and crawled out. The fire had gone out and it was pitch black. All except the moon, the stars, and the man holding the torch. Ew. Ew. He was about 20ft away. Ew. This isn't a ghost story, bitch. This is your. He was about 20ft away, just standing there, watching me, holding a stick with one end wrapped in some fabric that was ablaze with fire. Except even though the fire was bright, I couldn't see his face. The outline of a man in the dark holding a torch. I wasn't scared. Not in the slightest. In fact, I wanted to go to him. Hannah, don't go to him. Hannah, want to get back here? Ew. I don't want to finish the. Ew. I'm freaking myself out. In fact, I wanted to go to him. Every fiber in my tiny body was so drawn to this man. I wanted to go walk with him in the woods. But I was cold, so I peed right in front of him and went back in the tent. The next morning, I asked my dad if he had seen the torch man. He told me I was dreaming. Soon, my mom told me the same thing. It was just a dream. It didn't happen. But my brother knows. He remembered me waking him up. In fact, I even peed on the tent. It was not a dream. Now that I'm older, my mom thinks it was one of our ancestors and I was drawn to him because I am his blood. Others say it was a trick and that's how they trapped you. They say if I'd went to him, I never would have been seen again. But I long for the day I see the torch man. And next time I will learn his name. Hannah, you better be fucking careful, girl. Damn. I don't. Do not go to the torch man. The torch man. Oh, I don't like that. Hannah. Peace and blessings to you. And please, universe, keep your arm around Hannah. Protect her from the powers that be. Amen. Okay, let's find one or two more. This one's from Megan. I grew up feeling connected to the paranormal and being a bit more aware of it. I've had many more stories I could share, but I think one that will stick with me forever was when I did a tarot reading after my dad died. I wanted to feel him one last time. I set my altar up, lit a candle, and offered him a space next to me. The candle was flickering like crazy. Mind you, no fan or AC vent. I'm in a closet doing this. Once I asked if he was present. The candle angled toward where I had offered him a seat. I just got a chill. I immediately got chills. And I just knew it was him. Like I could genuinely feel him there. I asked him if he had anything to tell me. Foreclosure for the both of us. We had a very rocky relationship due to his alcoholism. The cards I pulled relayed the following. I'll just summarize that he was. He was supposed to be a figure of strength and was led astray in life. That he knows he hurt those around him and wished he would have done better. That he is sorry for his wrongdoings and that he knows I will be strong and fearless in my life moving forward. And that I was loved. Oh, my God. I cried a lot. I said he was free to go from the reading, and the candle went back to flickering and I've been grateful for that moment ever since. It has only strengthened my belief in the paranormal and beyond. Wow. Wow. You know, stories like that, it's like when people pass on. I do believe that if they have unfinished business, they absolutely will come back. They will come back and communicate. I don't know how long it takes. I don't really know if they care how long it takes, but he had unfinished business with you is what it sounds like. And the fact that you were able to get such closure in a way that really was impactful. That's. That's amazing. It really, really is. This is from Lexi. These are crazy. You bitches are haunted. And I love y' all for it. The story that sold me was when I was very little, probably around three, I had two imaginary friends that I was very attached to. I was an only child. My family said that I would be outside for hours, talking and playing with them. One night when I was getting a bath, my grandma had asked me, why did you move over, honey? I had said, oh, to make room for Seda. She had brushed it off, since this was a daily occurrence. For me to be so insistent that my imaginary friends were real. I had stated that her dad, the chief, was very mad and caught her smoking tobacco, so she had to stay home. And I had leaned over to my imaginary friend and cupped my ear as if she was telling me a secret and said, seda said she died. She had scarlet fever at age 3. My grandma was so distraught, she had asked the city and had looked online for information about their house. Turns out their house was built right next to a sacred Native American burial ground. We still think to this day my imaginary friends were actually ghosts. I could tell so many more, but hearing that story still sends chills down my spine. That's nuts. I do think even back what I was talking about last episode, when I said, if I were to ever have a child, which I won't, but I have strict, you know, guidelines that I would follow if I ever had a child. Children are so pure and susceptible and open to a lot of things. It's easier to learn a language when you're a child. It's easier to learn an instrument. You're just a sponge as a baby, as a youth, that I do think when it comes to matters of the spirit or of the paranormal or of communication with different realms, I know it sounds really woo woo, but I do think that children are the perfect conduit. That's why it's so fucking creepy in scary movies when kids are the ones that are used as a vessel, But I think that's because. And guess what? My house is creaking now, and I'm gonna freak the fuck out. No, no, very much. No very much. Don't do that. Okay? But I do think I believe every, every word of the story, because I do believe that kids, because they're so pure hearted, have more access. And so absolutely, 100%, I believe that. Wow. Okay, y', all, I think that'll do it for me. For this episode, I need to go turn on every single light in my house and go turn on music in every single room. So thank you guys much, so, so much for joining me today, and I love you very much. If you want merch, go to Broski shop and I will see you on the next episode. For now, goodbye.