Pixel42
Schrödinger's cat
Here in the UK Channel 4 have just started a series about the worst jobs in history, fronted by Tony Robinson (Baldrick from Blackadder).
Saturday's Guardian had an article describing some of these jobs, and giving their modern-day equivalents. I thought the regular readers of this forum would find this one amusing:
Wise Woman
Medieval man's staggering failure to equate ill health with the fact that he never washed ensured that insidious quackery became a popular alternative to common sense. In times of sickness it was to the laughably mistitled "wise woman" that the stupid most frequently turned, her numerous roles - "midwife, agony aunt, district nurse", etc - offering reassurance and an array of preposterous "cures", even though she was, in fact, as qualified to practise medicine as the average carpet and almost cetainly mad as a pig. Still, the crone was nothing if not resourceful, with a treatment cabinet that contained everything from live eels (rubbed on warts and then buried), nettles (battered across pensioners' knees to "reduce aching joints") and worms (strung together and worn around the neck to "cure" sore throats). All cracking fun, unless, of course, her "cures" failed to appease her community, in which case they forced her to drag a massive iron gate across the village before drowning her as a witch.
Today's equivalent: alternative health practitioner
Saturday's Guardian had an article describing some of these jobs, and giving their modern-day equivalents. I thought the regular readers of this forum would find this one amusing:
Wise Woman
Medieval man's staggering failure to equate ill health with the fact that he never washed ensured that insidious quackery became a popular alternative to common sense. In times of sickness it was to the laughably mistitled "wise woman" that the stupid most frequently turned, her numerous roles - "midwife, agony aunt, district nurse", etc - offering reassurance and an array of preposterous "cures", even though she was, in fact, as qualified to practise medicine as the average carpet and almost cetainly mad as a pig. Still, the crone was nothing if not resourceful, with a treatment cabinet that contained everything from live eels (rubbed on warts and then buried), nettles (battered across pensioners' knees to "reduce aching joints") and worms (strung together and worn around the neck to "cure" sore throats). All cracking fun, unless, of course, her "cures" failed to appease her community, in which case they forced her to drag a massive iron gate across the village before drowning her as a witch.
Today's equivalent: alternative health practitioner