In my recent romp through Liz Picard’s Victorian London, I stumbled on several unsettling facts. The first of which I’ll be describing here my leave you a bit twitchy in your seat.
Arsenic was commonly used in a beauty regimen for women. It was believed that arsenic would alleviate women of the most horrible of curses: FRECKLES!
As someone who does not tan but rather watches her freckles connect, I was struck with an image of myself, running precariously down dangerously uneven cobblestone streets, hiking my crinolines as I fled from a crowd of angry women wielding bottles of arsenic.