that’s exactly why! The idea is that we can attack castles better. Spiral staircases were designed to put an invader’s (usually advancing up the stairs) sword arm against the wall, hindering freedom of movement, while the defending swordsman attacking down had a full range of motion. A left handed person would be untroubled by this design, and therefore, compelled from birth to invade some fuckin’ staircases.
True story: All the men in my family are leftys. I went to a Catholic school in the 70’s, and the “torture penguins” didn’t bother to ask what hand I was when they taught us to write. “Take your pencil in your right hand” is what they said. I did it out of fear because in kindergarten, Sister Costello (real name) told me to behave or she would CRUCIFY me ( I was 6 ). To this day, when anyone looks at my cursive writing, everyone says, “you write like your left handed”, and I tell them this story. The school, Our Lady of the Burning Skull, commonly known as Our Lady of Lourdes is closed now. Hurray.
Yea, my old man was a lefty and had it beaten out of him. Still uses tools, catches things etc. with his left but couldn’t write left handed now to save his life.
God knows what kind of beating I would have got for being “too stupid to know colours” (colourblind).
when i was learning to write, i had difficulty deciding which hand to write with. i probably would have chosen my left hand, but i had a teacher that used to stand behind me and hit my hand with a ruler when i wrote with my left hand… and this was in a public school…
later on in life, i learned to work on a wood-lathe, and i confused the instructor who wanted me to hold the tools backwards (i.e. “right handed”) and i couldn’t do it. somewhat later i learned to juggle, and became quite good…
and then i had a brain injury that affected my right hand, and almost immediately i switched to using my left hand for just about everything that my right hand had done prior to my injury… when i was still in the hospital, they had me working on a computer, and i switched the mouse so that i could use it with my left hand the first time i sat down in front of the computer. it was as though i had been right handed, and then, suddenly, decided to be left handed. i can write equally well with either hand (i.e. not very legibly, which is why i thank god for the keyboard), both forwards and backwards.
*sniff* Story of my life. We really are a persecuted race.
I guess this is why they named the left hand “sinister”.
ba-dum-tisssh
that’s exactly why! The idea is that we can attack castles better. Spiral staircases were designed to put an invader’s (usually advancing up the stairs) sword arm against the wall, hindering freedom of movement, while the defending swordsman attacking down had a full range of motion. A left handed person would be untroubled by this design, and therefore, compelled from birth to invade some fuckin’ staircases.
True story: All the men in my family are leftys. I went to a Catholic school in the 70’s, and the “torture penguins” didn’t bother to ask what hand I was when they taught us to write. “Take your pencil in your right hand” is what they said. I did it out of fear because in kindergarten, Sister Costello (real name) told me to behave or she would CRUCIFY me ( I was 6 ). To this day, when anyone looks at my cursive writing, everyone says, “you write like your left handed”, and I tell them this story. The school, Our Lady of the Burning Skull, commonly known as Our Lady of Lourdes is closed now. Hurray.
Yea, my old man was a lefty and had it beaten out of him. Still uses tools, catches things etc. with his left but couldn’t write left handed now to save his life.
God knows what kind of beating I would have got for being “too stupid to know colours” (colourblind).
a lefty, a ginger, AND colorblind?!??
someone buy this guy a drink already
Dude, that’s the tip of the iceberg. Lepers wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot poll!
when i was learning to write, i had difficulty deciding which hand to write with. i probably would have chosen my left hand, but i had a teacher that used to stand behind me and hit my hand with a ruler when i wrote with my left hand… and this was in a public school…
later on in life, i learned to work on a wood-lathe, and i confused the instructor who wanted me to hold the tools backwards (i.e. “right handed”) and i couldn’t do it. somewhat later i learned to juggle, and became quite good…
and then i had a brain injury that affected my right hand, and almost immediately i switched to using my left hand for just about everything that my right hand had done prior to my injury… when i was still in the hospital, they had me working on a computer, and i switched the mouse so that i could use it with my left hand the first time i sat down in front of the computer. it was as though i had been right handed, and then, suddenly, decided to be left handed. i can write equally well with either hand (i.e. not very legibly, which is why i thank god for the keyboard), both forwards and backwards.
it’s really confusing… 😐