They actually didn’t find new bones. Rather, a forensic scientist re-examined measurements taken from bones found on Nikumamoru Island back in 1940. The bones were originally examined by some dude back in 1941 who unequivocally concluded they had to belong to a “short, stocky male” because there’s no way they could belong to some fearless globe-trotting adventurer delicate woman. Using new techniques to examine the measurements, the scientist has concluded with 99% certainly the Nikumamoru bones belonged to Eartheart.
So yeah, basically Earheart’s disappearance was only a “mystery” for like eighty years because of lowkey sexism and shitty science. And now we more or less know the truth. On International Women’s Day.
Random fact: In 1928 a visionary Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky visited Paris for the first time and wrote a poem about the slutty, slutty time he had there, ending with:
“My dick, like a mythical tale,
Has been passed from mouth to mouth.”
What an icon a legend
non-russian people discovering mayakovsky are my favourite thing to watch
when you want to be free of the Social Medias™ but you realize that a) they’re unfortunately a vital part of modern life and discourse and you’d be effectively shutting out a lot of important people and ideas and b) you’ve been on them for so long that they have defined your very personality, interests, and habits and theres nothing to fall back on
Concept: the secret boss of a video game is the merchant you’ve traded with this whole time, and their combat capabilities are based entirely on what you sold them.
For example, did you sell them Necromancy skill books? Well shit they can summon a skeleton army.
Yeah I’m really scared of the guy with 30 rusty iron swords and 200 fruit cakes
funeral-biscuit 