I just saw the fabulous King Tut exhibit at Discovery TSX, and learned two things:
(1) Tut looked exactly like Michael Jackson in his “Remember The Time” video.
(2) Tut’s parents were brother and sister! And that was not only allowed back then, it was pretty much encouraged among royalty, because a king could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and also, this was a way to keep the bloodline pure (though it did cause Tut to emerge with a club foot and some other nasty deformities, but hey).
I love how what is now considered the lowest trailer-trashy kind of behavior fit or a Jerry Springer episode was once deemed the height of royal, blue-blood swankiness, fit for kings.
I’ll settle for now.