Working on this month& #39;s article for Patreon and I& #39;ve made a terrible discovery. I& #39;m Bone Karen. Corpse Karen. I will do anything within my power to speak to the managers of preserved human remains and I will not. be ignored. Show me what you& #39;re guarding or I& #39;ll email again.

Remember when I made the nice people at the Porto cathedral show me Saint Aurelius. Remember when I visited a medical museum that& #39;s not actually open. Remember when I talked my way to the head of Diogo Alves, not once, not twice, not... I don& #39;t even know. Ohmygod.

(One day I& #39;ll write a big rambling piece about how the way I look plays into the things I do, because I am essentially weaponizing my appearance to get access to places. I& #39;m 5& #39;5 with bobbed hair wearing the clothes of a Victorian boy. I know what& #39;s up.)