So Your Heroine Can’t Lace Up Her Corset–Or Can She?

I’ve decided to do yet another section on my blog (I’m a chaotic mess, I know). This section will be dedicated to some of the weird niche things I’ve learned about while researching projects. Especially those topics which, after researching them, I discovered virtually every piece of mass media portrays horrifically wrong, and which I can no longer enjoy because the lack of research is so obvious.

First up in “niche topics I now actually know a tiny bit about” is that torturous, breath stealing garment, standby of historical female oppression, the corset.

We’ve all heard about corsets. They were designed specifically to cinch in women’s waists to impossibly small measures, while causing the wearer excruciating pain and crushing all her internal organs and bones. They were nearly impossible to move or breath in, what with all that hard boning holding her in a vice grip. They were elaborately constructed devices requiring one to three maids to get her laced up. Of course, only high society ladies who sat about on chaises all day and kept up with the latest fashions wore corsets.  Working women didn’t subject themselves to such torment and found some much more practical undergarment to wear, surely! So, what did they wear?

Corsets. That’s right, nearly every one of those maids, serving girls, house keepers, cooks, washer women, and farmer’s wives wore corsets. They also did hard physical labor, required good range of motion, and needed unobstructed breathing. And they wore corsets. How was that possible? Because corsets, like every other type of clothing ever invented, can be incredibly comfortable or horrifically unbearable depending on the wearer and how the garment is worn. someone develops foot pain and blisters after putting on a brand new pair of hiking boots and trying to hike the Appalachian Trail, do they decide all shoes must be torture devices and go barefoot the rest of their life? No. They realize they wore the boots all wrong and either keep going because they’re stubborn enough to endure the discomfort, or they stop and take some time to break in the boots correctly before trying a hike again. Corsets work on the exact same principle, yet we modern folk love to perpetrate the myth that the ills of corsetry are universal, and therefore we should all be glad we can just go barefoot, instead of being forced into these horrible contraptions like our poor ancestors.

And thus my pet peeve begins. An obscenely large number of movies, shows, and books gleefully abide by this stereotype. I once happily believed everything modern society told me about corsetry, but unfortunately for my ability to enjoy these media, I’ve now done slightly too much research into turn of the 19th century clothing. With only a few days of research, one can unearth legions of dress historians and historical costumers that are happy to expound at length about how clothing, especially corsetry, really worked back in the day.

So, are any of our modern myths based in fact?

Corsets are always worn tight laced.

“Mrs. Branwell doesn’t believe in tight lacing,” she explained. “She says it causes nervous headaches and weakness, and a Shadowhunter can’t afford to be weak.” (Clockwork Angel) This woman’s tiny waist is definitely as small as it looks! No optical illusions here, those giant hoop skirts don’t affect the appearance of her waist at all. Also, you know, this clearly isn’t a drawing involving artistic license…

False. In high society circles, there were women who were willing to endure some discomfort to achieve that perfect, fashionably tiny waist. But even within high society, not every woman felt the need to tight lace or waist cinch. Unlike in modern days, when many people undergo severe dieting, strenuous exercise routines, and/or plastic surgery to achieve the socially acceptable bikini body (an entire other kettle of fish), women of older eras didn’t necessarily have to do any of that to achieve a socially “perfect” body. The convenient part of clothing that covered a lot more than a bikini was that you could give yourself the current fashionable silhouette without changing a single part of your natural form. Don’t have enough bosom or hips to get that fashionable hourglass shape? You’re wearing a shaped, boned corset around your torso. Instead of cinching in your waist, you can just stuff some padding in those areas that don’t fill out your corset as they should, and voilà; you now have a perfect silhouette! Add in the blouses and skirts that were also cut to accentuate the bosom and hips while smoothing down the waist, and unless someone puts a tape measure around you, they’ll never guess your waist is more than two hand spans wide.

Corsets basically smothered their wearers.

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“I couldn’t breathe. Holding onto the sill, I fought for one shallow breath after another, the corset all the while grimly clutching me with its bony stays.” (Firehorse) Surely, this epidemic of ladies fainting due to corsetry during the Victorian era–because corsets and stays were only worn in the 1800s–was Fact! Never would such a thing be exaggerated for drama in fiction and art!

False. A tight laced corset is harder to breath in, but if you learn to breathe from your chest, rather than your belly, it doesn’t affect your oxygenation that much. Certainly, the vast number of Fainting Victorian Ladies one runs across is an exaggeration of fiction, as even tight laced ladies didn’t spend that much time collapsing onto nearby couches. (Or at least, corsets weren’t that often the cause of such dramatics.) Historical corsets tended to come higher up the rib cage than the modern underbust corsets that are popular with present day waist trainers and tight lacers, but they weren’t responsible for that many fainting spells. (Those should be blamed on anxiety disorders, which are known to cause fainting even today.)

Corsets crushed organs and deformed bones.

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“You’re not wearing one of those corsets, are you, Janey?” he asked suspiciously. “There’s nothing fashionable about crushed organs.” (Boston Jane: An Adventure) While corsets could, if worn for long enough at a young age, affect the growth of the human body, the internal organs would be the least likely to be affected. Even if the corset is being worn tight enough to change the shape of the body–internally and externally–once the corset is removed the organs will return to their natural positions.

False. As tight lacers today will tell you, if you tight lace properly you won’t damage any of your internal bodily structures. The extreme shape of the waist produced by tight lacing can cause organs and even the lower ribs to shift, but then the same thing happens during pregnancy. If you don’t tight lace, the corset will be worn snug against your waist but won’t cause any major changes in your body, because it’s not tight enough to compress your body’s shape. (The exception to this would be if you have a fat layer around the waist, which most humans naturally do. A snugly worn corset can shift and compress this layer without causing discomfort or altering any internal structures such as ribs and organs.) In fact, a well seasoned overbust corset worn snug can have enough flexibility to expand just from the pressure of taking a large breath.

Corsets are impossible to put on alone.

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“Unless you’ve some sort of inhuman ability to lace yourself up into a corset, dressing yourself isn’t an option.” (The Goddess Test) Ah, yes, the Corset Tight Lacing Scene necessary to every historical film, involving a maid, a piece of furniture to grip, and a questionably authentic corset. Unfortunately I’m pretty sure if you have to cling to a bedpost while your maid laces you up, you’re doing it wrong. Especially since the laces shouldn’t be pulling you *backward,* but pulling everything *inward*.

False. Most of the time you see women being corseted by their maids, which more or less makes sense considering most of the women in question are upper class. However, I have run across stories that state outright a maid is required to lace up a corset, which is just…I genuinely can’t figure out where this idea came from. There are different styles and types of corsets, assuredly, but I have not seen a single one that could not be laced by oneself. Do we believe this simply because we’ve never seen a corset-lacing scene without a maid involved? Or do we think it’s impossible because many (though not all) corsets lace up the back? The former, I suppose, is understandable. The latter is, quite frankly, ridiculous. There are plenty of modern clothes that zip, button, and yes, lace up the back, but do most people require help getting into those outfits? No. Anyone with full range of motion in their arms can reach around their back and tie a set of laces. Yet somehow, I frequently run across able-bodied characters bemoaning how literally impossible it is for them to lace up a corset themselves. Perhaps because this myth is the furthest removed from any sort of fact, it is also the one I find most irritating.

Corsets are worn directly against the skin.

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“For the first time, she felt that the corset merely enhanced her figure rather than struggled to contain it, and the smoothness of her linen underthings and the airy weight of the silk gown thrilled her.” (Silver in the Blood) The fact that modern corsets are almost exclusively marketed for fashion or sex appeal says everything about how we think of corsets these days. Why ever am I surprised that we view historical corsetry in the same way? Surely those silly vain women never wore clothes for *practical* reasons! Corsetry was always about female vanity and oppression–never mind that men also wore corsets…

False. This isn’t as prevalent a myth as the others, but it’s still common enough to run across, especially when ill informed modern day people try to wear corsets. Historically, a layer was always worn between the skin and the corset, hence the prevalence of shifts, chemises, and combinations back in the day. (I don’t care how great the “sex appeal” is, historical movie makers. Get thee a shift!) First off, historical and many modern corsets are not designed to be regularly thrown in the wash. Therefore, the corset is worn on top of an undergarment so that it is protected from scents, sweat, and oils in the skin. Secondly, wearing any snug, boned garment directly on the skin could be quite uncomfortable, and would likely leave unsightly marks on the skin once removed. Even with an underlayer, the boning channels in a corset can leave marks on the skin, but they are faint (no worse than, say, a slouch line from bad posture) and fade quickly. Nowadays, many frequent wearers of corsets will wear corset liners that don’t show above the top edge of the corset, thus giving the illusion of a corset worn directly against the body for that modernly fashionable sexy effect.

So, if corsets aren’t all of those things, what are they? Why did women bother wearing them? What’s the point?

Corsets, and stays before them, had a trifold purpose. First, they gave one the fashionable silhouette of the era, as I briefly described above. Second, they supported and protected the bust, much as modern bras do, only without putting all the weight of the bosom on the shoulders and a single tight elastic strap around the ribcage. Instead, corsets distributed the weight of the bosom along the torso and hips, with added support from the boning in the corset itself. Third, corsets provided back and posture support, something which actually made them an important garment for working class women.

Of course, if you were tight laced into an ill-fitting and/or unseasoned corset and tried to do ten hours of physical work in it, you would be excruciatingly uncomfortable. A correctly fitted corset, even brand new, can be relatively comfortable, although as far as flexibility goes it can feel a bit like being in a steel cage until the corset relaxes and forms to your body. Once it has been properly broken in (or seasoned), a well fitting corset can be both comfortable and surprisingly flexible, while still giving you support in the back and bosom.

IMG_3472And finally, to all those probably wondering, I did take my research to a personal level. I’ve worn a corset nearly every day for four months, and have yet to fall faint from lack of breath, develop crushed internal organs, or require a maid to lace me up. My main purpose in getting a corset was for the first hand research, but it has also helped correct my chronically bad posture, mollified some anxiety related issues, plus given me a fashionably hourglass figure (that’s still fashionable these days, right?).

That’s not to say everyone will experience corsets the same way–I’m pretty sure there’s no such thing as a “universal experience” in anything–but that’s how corsetry has personally affected me. As for our poor corseted ancestors, most probably would have found it strange not to wear a corset, since they began wearing corsets at a young age and were used to having a close fitted garment around their torso, unlike us modern humans who are used to our only tight clothing being some form of ultra stretchy elastic.

For those interested, further information and sources are thus:

(Yes, I know these are all videos. I promise they also all have sources in the descriptions.)

Photos sourced from Pixabay, Unsplash, movie photos screenshotted by me.

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy Review

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee

“I do not need reasons to exist. I do not need to justify the space I take up in this world.”

The-Lady's-Guide-to-PetticoatsWe return this week to the second book in the historical fantasy series of novels with very long titles. Although I would never read a series out of order the first time around (I’m too much attached to chronological orders and backstories), this second book of the series is absolutely my favorite, due in no small part to its main character. I already spent a paragraph in my previous review expressing my affection for her, and now that she’s our leading lady I will no doubt spend this entire review rhapsodizing about her. (Also maybe the dragons. I always love books with dragons.) You have been warned.

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The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue Review

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

It’s beginning to feel like he’s shuffling his way through the seven deadly sins, in ascending order of my favourites.

The-Gentleman's-Guide-to-ViceI have returned after my month long hiatus! Between NaNo (which I failed), the holidays, and working on my printing press, I spaced off doing reviews for…quite a while. I am finally back though, and will try to keep up with at least biweekly reviews. Despite my not finding time to write reviews, my reading hasn’t slowed much so I have a fair number of books to do reviews on in the coming weeks. Now without further ado, I should get on with this week’s actual review.

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Reverie Review

Reverie by Ryan La Sala

“Kane absolutely did not want to fight the Dreadmare. He wanted to kiss the Dreadmare. Maybe.”

ReverieI decided to read this book for the Big Library Read which occurred this month. I’ve been in a couple “general” book clubs (i.e. not specific to one genre, like mystery), and had come to the conclusion that any book picked for a book club type event would always be some form of realistic fiction or nonfiction. Imagine my shock when I began reading Reverie and my instincts immediately began screaming “YA contemporary fantasy!” As soon as I got over my surprise I was immensely pleased. My favorite genre, finally getting some of its due!

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Small Satisfactions: Press Day 4

Halfway complete!

With Hurricane Eta on the way, I decided to get some more work done on the ink disk before the rain and wind started. This time I worked section by section instead of scattering my attention across the whole disk, and it worked beautifully. My first round of scrubbing took the top layer of bright orange rust off, but there was plenty left on the disk for round two. I scrubbed each section down with steel wool until the coating of WD-40 stopped turning new shades of rust-colored, then wiped the residue off with rags until they came away mostly clean. Not a lot of work done, just the back of the disk, but I feel it’s good work.

Completed ink disk cleaning. Look at all that beautiful rust free cast iron!

It might even be good enough my perfectionist self will be satisfied and I won’t have to do a third scrubbing on this small section of press. Yay for progress!

Once Eta is passed, I’ll scrub down the top of the disk to take the remaining rust off it as well. Then it’s off to the welder to hopefully get disk and shaft reunited!

For Want of a Welder: Press Day 3

I hadn’t planned to work on my press today, seeing as NaNoWriMo has started and I have a novel to finish editing, but it turns out I’m more enamored with scrubbing rust off a press than editing my words. I’ve been going out once a day to soak the grippers in WD-40 in the hopes they will loosen enough for me to remove them, but sadly no progress has occurred there. However, I did take the steel wool to the exposed top and side edges of the platen, which had their share of rust to remove.

Cleaned tympan clamps and screws bracketing the chase and gripper screws. My press seems to be making its way into the house screw by screw…

After scrubbing them down, I decided to try unscrewing the tympan clamps so I could give them a more thorough cleaning. Two of the screws have odd tops, so it was a challenge to get them started, but once I got them loosened up with some stubborn twisting and liberal WD-40 application, they came out beautifully. When I took the clamps off I discovered not only insidious rust that had worked its way between clamps and platen, but also strips of old tympan paper stuck under the clamps! They’re far too grimy and stiff to resemble anything useful now, but they were amusing to find. I removed the paper and gave the clamps and the newly exposed edges of the platen their first scrubbing. It’s a small amount done, but still progress!

A larger accomplishment I pulled off today was finding a welder who will work with cast iron! Finally! I was beginning to worry I’d have to ship off my ink disk and shaft to have them mended by a professional letterpress restorer, which considering the weight and fragility of old cast iron, was not a prospect I was looking forward to. The shaft isn’t fixed yet, but I’m a huge step closer to getting that done. Once the ink disk is operational again, I’ll be sending off the rollers to get recovered; the second big project in need of doing.

Surrender Your Sons Review

Surrender Your Sons by Adam Sass

“My question is the scandal of the century, apparently.”

Surrender-Your-SonsSince this Saturday fell on Halloween, I decided it would be a perfect time to review the contemporary YA thriller I recently read. This was a new experience for me, as I don’t believe I’ve ever read a YA thriller before (or any other thriller for that matter). Mystery, yes, I’ve read plenty of those, but not a true thriller. Although I must say this thriller did come with its fair share of mystery.

At some point before reading this book, I saw it likened to Lord of the Flies. Considering the fact I passionately hate Lord of the Flies, it may seem odd that I decided to read a book that has been deemed similar to it. It’s true I was leery of reading a thriller, especially one liked to that classic, but ultimately I decided experiencing a contemporary re-imagining might just be worth it. As it turns out, I’m glad I took the plunge!

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The Wonders of (Steel) Wool: Press Day 2

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Press cleaning, part one! Variety of screwdrivers from my hunt for one to get the gripper screws out.

Today marks my first time working on my new press! After much researching, article reading, and press restoration video watching, I finally got started on restoring mine. I found and contacted NA Graphics to get my rollers recovered and/or replaced (they’ll decided which once they see the rollers in person). The rollers are now boxed up with as much bubble wrap as I could cram in, ready to be sent off to get cleaned up and fixed up. I also began looking for local welders to fix the broken ink disk shaft, but have met with far less success thus far. Cast iron, it seems, is not a popular metal anymore. Maybe it has something to do with its immense weight and predilection to rust…

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Before and after. Ink disk shaft is freed! Yay!

Speaking of rust, most of today was dedicated to that subject. I started with  soaking the broken end of the ink disk shaft, which was rusted into the arm of the press, with WD-40. Despite the bright orange patina of rust all over it, after only a few minutes the shaft easily popped out. Success! I scrubbed down the shaft, although only the broken end had much rust on it. The rest of it had been kept clean, stuck inside its socket as it was.

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Hot Dog Girl Review

Hot Dog Girl by Jennifer Dugan

“I swear to god everything here is about as whimsical as it is rusty.”

Hot-Dog-GirlIt may be dawning on me that I read more contemporary YA than I originally thought, as here again we have a story devoid of fantasy–except the ones acted out by the characters working at Magic Castle Playland. (It may also be dawning on me that this first paragraph will be composed of only two sentences. And no, I haven’t been reading any Charles Dickens lately.)

Hot Dog Girl was, along with being contemporary, what I believe would be classified as a YA rom-com. Though I don’t really read enough rom-coms to innately know what does and doesn’t classify as one. In any case, the plot does starts out with Lou’s attempt to get her crush to notice her, despite the fact he kind of has a girlfriend. Oh, drama! The end of that particular plot line has a few twists in store, just like the other major plot line revolving around Magic Castle Playland, where Lou and her friends spend their summers working.

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Only Mostly Devastated Review

Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales

“I was fairly sure Lara buying me a present was listed as an end of times sign in the Bible, between false prophets and stars falling from the sky.”

Only-Mostly-DevastatedShifting away from fantasy again, I have another contemporary YA on the review list today. This one, according to some of the synopsis I’ve read of it, does have an interesting back history though. It seems this book is a retelling of Grease, which was a 1978 movie, which was a retelling of a 1971 play of the same name.

Now, I should say that while I’ve seen the movie version of Grease, it was a long time ago and my memory of it is pretty sketchy. Possibly this is why I only saw a few general, overarching themes in this book that appeared to hearken back to the movie. (Assuming the movie version was, in fact, the Grease this book retells.) Or perhaps that’s just the way the book is–after all, a retelling is supposed to be original in its own right, not a verbatim reiteration of the work that inspired it. In any case, I must admit I found Only Mostly Devastated more to my liking than I found Grease, for many reasons.

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