So I keep seeing the backlash about AC Unity and thought I’d bring this back. Want to know about a real French woman who committed one of the most pivotal assassinations in the Revolution?
Hotty from History #10 - Charlotte Corday
(27 July 1768 – 17 July 1793) Born Marie-Anne Charlotte de Corday d’Armont, Charlotte was a member of a minor aristocratic family. Everything wasn’t right in the Corday house however; her mum and older sister died within a few months of each other. To cope with his grief, Mr Corday sent little Charlie off to live in an Abbey. Not being one to sit about and do nothing, Charlotte spent all her time reading the somewhat racy philosophies of Voltaire and Rousseau, educating those ‘little grey cells’.
Entrez the French Revolution.
Jean-Paul Marat was a member of the Jacobin faction who led the Reign of Terror following the revolution. He was powerful and influential, a link between the ruling politicians and the people because of his newspaper smarmily called “the Friend of the People”. In August and September 1792, mob violence broke out throughout Paris, championed and encouraged by Mr Marat. By the end of it, over 1000 of the jailed aristocracy and clergy had been horribly killed by mobs of ordinary French citizens, egged on all the time by Marat’s paper.
Well, that really pissed off Charlotte.
She arrived at Marat’s home, claiming to know essential info about an up-coming uprising and was shown into Mr Marat’s bathroom, where he liked to hang out because he whinged all the time about having a terrible skin desease (which was actually an intolerance to wheat, the whiney bastard). She then pulled a 6-inch kitchen knife from her considerable petticoats and stabbed him in the heart.
At her trial, the Fantastic Mademoiselle Corday made a kick-ass speech about “killing one man to save 100,000” and four days later was guillotined for the murder. The story doesn’t end there though: some dick called Legros picked up her newly lopped-off head and gave it a slap. Reports say her expression changed to “unequivocal indignation”.
Hotty from History #43 - Johann Trollmann (1907 - 1943)
In recent news, I moved to Germany. This means that I am lucky enough to be surrounded by German hotties the whole day. But being a writer for this blog, my heart pines not for hotties alive and looking hot right now, but instead for hotties from the past, and in the toilets in this bar in Berlin, I stumbled across Johann Trollmann. Not in person, as much as I would’ve liked to meet Johann Trollmann in a dark cornered space (trying to keep this clean as I think my mum reads this), but a postcard cellotaped to the wall. I noted his name and ran to find out as much as I could about him.
Johann Trollmann by the early 1930s was a fairly well successful and beautiful German boxer. In the boxing ring he would dance around, very much a precursor to Mohammad Ali’s fighting style – floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee. Yet in 1933, after the Nazi consolidation of power and rise to the Reichstag, Johann Trollmann’s life was going to change. In a bout for the German light-heavyweight title versus Adolf Witt, Trollmann was denied victory and the fight was deemed ‘undecided’ – largely due to Johann Trollmann’s Sinti ethnicity. After uproar from the spectators and crowd over the unjust decision, a match was rescheduled for Trollmann with a different opponent.
However for the next match Trollmann was told that he could not return to the ring with his trademark fighting style as it was considered too un-German. On hearing this news Trollmann protested and bleached his hair blond and covered his skin with chalk. He entered the ring as a caricature or Hitler’s Aryan racial ideology, and being unable to fight in a way that was familiar to him, was quickly defeated.
In the following years the racial discrimination against people of Romani and Sinti ethnicity heightened; large groups were forced into concentration camps and many were sterilised. Following his return from fighting on the Eastern front in the Wehrmacht, he divorced his wife, with whom he had a four year old daughter, in order to protect them. Yet, Trollmann was arrested by the Gestapo and was taken to the Neuengamme concentration camp. In the camp he attempted to keep a low profile, but the camp commander had been a boxing official prior to the war and recognised Trollmann. He forced the fighter to train the SS men by night, however Trollmann was beginning to become weakened by the punishing work and malnourishment. Following a dramatic decline in his health, the SS soldiers faked his death and managed to get him transferred to the adjacent camp of Wittenberge under a different identity. However even here, Trollmann was soon recognised and the prisoners organised a fight between him and Emil Cornelius, a former criminal. Obviously, the brilliant and brave Trollmann won and Cornelius soon sought revenge for his humiliation and beat Trollmann to death with a shovel.
I feel very honoured that I came upon Johann Trollmann that night in Berlin. He was a brilliant and amazing man who stood up for what was right in one of the darkest periods of history. Johann Trollmann, you were remarkably handsome and you were also one of the most remarkable people I’ve ever read and written about. You are a complete knockout.
Hotty from History #42 - Jane Digby
I got a tweet the other day from @DuniyaInTheMis about a couple of suggestions to the honourable cabinet of historical hotties.
I hate the saying ‘YOLO’. Ok, I use it
alot sarcastically- but if there was one woman who YOLO’D the FUCK out of life than it was Ms. Jane Digby. However this motto that we love to hate cannot really apply to this brilliant woman; she did not live one life - she lived many fantastic, amazing lives that we can only dream of - AND of course was a total babe.
Born in 1807, Jane Digby - by nineteenth century standards – was pretty much a promiscuous woman. From the onset of her marriage to her first husband (of many), Edward Law, she was embroiled in numerous scandals and affairs that make Lady Caroline Lamb look like a Jonas brother. Her affairs were endless; by the time she was in her thirties Digby had married thrice, had numerous flings including King Ludvig of Bavaria and his son, King Otto of Greece, and moved to Greece where she became the lover of a Greek revolution hero, living in caves, riding horses and hunting in the mountains.
But what is most fantastic is what Jane did in her later years. Probably tired of what Europe had to offer, she moved to the Middle East, where she quickly fell in love with the Sheikh Abdul Medjuel el Megrab, who was around twenty years her junior. From then on the rest of her life was spent out in the Syrian Desert living in goat hair tents, or in her luxurious palace in Damascus.
Jane Digby was the most fantastic woman of the nineteenth century. She was an adventurer of the highest counts; she married four men, had countless lovers including (at least) two kings, spoke nine languages, and travelled across two continents to end up in the Arabic desert, you know – as you do.
So tomorrow, when you finally get off your tumblr feeds at 4am, and go to bed to wake in the morning bleary eyed raring yourself ready to start the day - don’t think ‘Let’s carpe diem this’ or ‘YO-bloody-LO’, think ‘I’m going to TEAR THIS PLACE UP LIKE LADY DIGBY’. You might end the day stopping a duel between your two lovers in Munich, or even better, chilling out in the Arabian Desert next to your handsome Sheikh husband. You never know.
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Hotty from History #41 – Eugen Sandow (1865-1925)
At Hotties from History we do not like to make big claims (lies), although I can guarantee that my next hotty was simply finest man to ever come from Prussia. Normally, I do not like muscled men, however, I do like men with moustaches and Sandow had the greatest moustache, and a really amazing body. Yes.
Sandow is known today as the father of modern bodybuilding. At the age of 22, after performing in the circus around Europe for three years, he visited London where he became an instant celebrity after he performed in shows where he would lift very heavy things. What followed was Sandow being hailed as one of the first athletic superstars and performers of his age.
However, being a hotty, people of the time became more interested in his body than his ability to perform spectacular superhuman abilities of strength. I can sympathise fully with Sandow, as people always want me for my body and it really gets me down.
From being a super(human)-star, Sandow became one of the first people to be captured by moving film, where a short length clip was displayed around towns, bringing in large queues to watch Sandow flex and bulge. I’m so glad for moving film, and its ability to eternally capture Sandow’s swag.
This is a link to the famous video filmed by Thomas Edison in 1893. You are very welcome.
I can picture myself sitting with Sandow in front a roaring fire, him stroking my hair and speaking to me in a gruff German accented voice. “Now?” He would say as I look back at him “Yes, right now.” I would say back to him whilst he picks me up, swings me other his shoulder and takes me to the bedroom.
(click here if you want to see the original photo of Sandow without appropriately placed leaf)
Hotty from History #40 - Peter Jackson (1861-1901)
In the dark, cold November nights in London, where my student life has forced me to switch my heating off inevitably and instead wear ALL THE JUMPERS, I long to have Peter Jackson in my bed - his thick arms wrapped around me, and being very naked.
Following a move to Australia in his teens, Peter was discovered to be a virtuoso fighter (and orc hunter) - he ruled the decks of the ships of which he worked on, quelling any naughty sailors with a (literal) iron fist.
Peter was brought into the world of boxing, where he went on to win the Australian Heavyweight and the British Commonwealth titles in the 1880s and then went on to be considered as the greatest fighters of the period.
Peter Jackson lived through a period of history that brought with it an extremely exaggerated masculinity - a comeback to what was considered a crisis in male identity throughout the first half of the nineteenth century due to diplomatic and economic turmoil. However, I have no doubt that Peter was the super bad boss of all the weight slinging wannabes. Just look at this, that’s all I’m saying.
Following bouts of illness, Peter passed away in 1901. His grave in Queensland, Australia, was marked with the epigraph “This Was a Man”. unf.
(and sorry that we’ve taken a vacation - we’re back for a while now :) )
Hotty from History #39 - Mina Loy (1882 –1966)
Mina Loy was a poet, painter, playwright, novelist, actress, and, most importantly, a designer of lamps. She wrote erotic, explicit poetry, and is the feminist from history most likely to arouse the masses…aesthete liberals and unashamed fans of objectification, I hope you appreciate Mina, if for her exquisite glamour alone.
Spawn of fantasiesSifting the appraisablePig Cupid his rosy snoutRooting erotic garbage”Once upon a time”Pulls a weed white star-toppedAmong wild oats sown in mucous membrane
from Mina’s poem ‘Love Songs’
Hotty from History #38 - Annie Kenney (3rd September 1879 – 9th July 1953)
Bloody Hell this woman was a force of nature.
Annie Kenney, we doff our caps to you.
Hotty from History #37 - Lewis Thornton Powell (22nd April 1844 – 7th July, 1865)
I’ve been putting off writing this entry for the longest time, because quite frankly I don’t like the man. I’m also a little unfamiliar with some of the events surrounding him because he is a rarity among HFH’s chosen - an American. However it is my duty as a historian and an aesthete to bring him to your notice.
*note - HFH in no way condones angering farm animals as a method of plastic surgery
I find this image so evocative and almost eerie, how he is staring right into the lens.
A hottie, but a wrong’un.
Hotty From History #36 - Gwenllian Ferch Gruffydd (1097-1136)
I’ve been putting off writing this entry because quite frankly I love this woman, and feel she’s part of my cultural heritage and possibly a distant ancestor, but all the pictures related to her were either horribly dowdy or some D&D player’s wet dream, all chainmail bras and swords with too many spiky bits. So I chose a painting by Charles Keegan, which seemed to fit the bill.
We at HFH always support women who defied the expectations of women from their time, especially if it involved a sword.
Hotty from History #35 - Jeanette Jerome AKA Lady Randolph Churchill (January 9, 1854 – June 9, 1921)
The contributors to this blog, Georgia, Tom and I have spent rather a lot of our spare time over the last summer chancing upon pictures and articles about various historical personalities and filing them under “drafts” after deciding they would be promising future hotties for this blog, only to leave them festering there, un-biographied and forgotten while we trip over our strings of pearls getting into yet another black cab to go to yet another star-studded and champagne-soaked party. Or at least imagining we are, while downing £2.99 Sauvignon Blanc in our pajamas. That is, until Dr Apple Teeth commented on one of our posts and gave us a well deserved kick up the arse.
Lady Randolph Churchill is possibly the most perfect example of a hotty from history. She was a celebrity before the word even existed - an absolute stunner whose life and gossip are now so intertwined it’s difficult to see where one ends and the other starts. So here are the facts. Or the fiction. Believe whichever you want to:
Lady Jenny Jerome-Churchill-Cornwallis-West-Phippen-Porch, we at HFH salute you.
Hotty from History #34 - Frida Kahlo (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)
Oh, sweet Frida, how hard it is to do justice to your supreme hottiness in a blog as essentially superficial as this.
Frida painted pain and passion in intense vibrant colours and is noted for her uncompromising depictions of the female experience. Although bed ridden due to a road accident for much of her life, Frida managed to paint with such vivid flair that she attracted the attention of many of her Mexican contempories. She married the rather unattractive muralist Diego Rivera, who was 20 years her senior. Luckily for the bohemian characters of Mexico, Frida had no qualms with adultery, and had numerous affairs, including one with Cabaret goddess Josephine Baker.
She has been described as a ‘tequila slamming, dirty-joke telling smoker’ who ‘hobbled about her bohemian barrio in lavish indigenous dress’. This is an attractive image. If time travel is ever invented, a Frida Kahlo party is going at the top of my list. Apparently Trotsky was a fan. So much so that they seduced each other and had an affair whilst Trotsky was staying at Frida and her husband’s home.
Hotty from History no.33 James Joyce 1882-1941