I wonder if I can keep this theme going all week. Oh, I hope so.
Unfortunately, superscience wasn’t a viable career option for women in the 1890s, which was, really, a tragedy. That really was the glory day for mad scientists, gentleman adventurers, and the worldwide spread of cultural dominance, so when a woman with a genuine aptitude for high end evil-geniusing graduated from Lady Ettersham’s Academy for Judiciously Learned Girls, ready to throw away her hand-embroidered diploma in Textile Studies (minoring in Whist), stride dismissively beyond the gates of marriageability, melting its gold, putti-encrusted columns into slag with her hand-knitted death ray, there wasn’t a career waiting for her when the smoke finally cleared. She had to settle for “evil governess.”
Which, to be fair, she was very good at. When the wee little nippers saw her engorged, faintly glowing cranial matter peaking through Lady Constance Utonium’s Becherated Bombazine Thinking Bonnet, they generally went straight to bed, took their purgatives, and waited, trembling, for the brief surcease of the classroom, where discipline consisted more of a rap with a ruler than an agonizing psychic remonstrance.
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