The gladiator games were probably bloody and disturbing all the time… but, never as disturbing as they were on “Take Your Child to Work Day”…
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Someone died in a match about one quarter of the time which made being a gladiator safer than working the night shift at a convenience store…
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Constantine ended gladiatorial entertainment. Slaves everywhere rejoiced that they could avoid dying in combat and instead die slowly, over a period of years, in a mine somewhere.
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As a change of pace, there were also female gladiators. Their matches were a lot like a cat-fight in the parking lot of a cowboy bar only with more dismemberments.
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After around fifteen wins, a gladiator could be given his freedom in the form of a ceremonial wooden sword. Some refused their freedom and kept being gladiators. This is proof of just how unpleasant the job hunt process is.
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Most gladiators were slaves who had no real say in whether they became gladiators. Slave was probably the worst possible job. Personally, I wouldn’t take the job of slave unless you forced me… or I got to wear a dog collar and a leather mask.
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The loser of a bout was expected to offer his throat to the winner so that he would die a “good death”. FYI, the current definition of “a good death” is a heart attack poolside when you are eighty-four.
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A gladiator named Spartacus led an uprising that lasted a couple of years and cost tens of thousands of Roman soldiers their lives. This gave rise to the unwritten rule: Never teach your slaves how to kill you.
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After the defeat of Spartacus’ army, tens of thousands of rebels were crucified by the side of the road. I’d imagine the sight of dead bodies by the side of the road was horrific and bleak; however, it can’t be as horrific as looking to the side of the road and seeing, “Welcome to Amarillo”.
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Originally, gladiatorial bouts were held at funerals because the Romans had literally no sense of irony. Plus, if anyone were killed, you didn’t have to drag him as far. I’m guessing they didn’t have gladiatorial bouts at the funerals of gladiators because WHEN WOULD IT END???
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Women, in classical Rome, wore jewelry that had been dipped in gladiator blood as good luck charms; and, their make up contained gladiator sweat as an aphrodisiac. Say what you like about the Romans but they definitely didn’t waste any part of the gladiator.
Consider me well and truly entertained. Blood dipped jewelry is good luck? Not for the donor I’m sure…
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I think Avon sold them for a while. The goths ate it up…
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And here I thought women of that era just wore a lot of dark red clothes because they liked the color. Turns out they were just trying to match their jewelry!
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That’s why I wear yellow…
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Yep – I’ve been to Amarillo.
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I lived in Lubbock for quite a few years and it was nice to have Amarillo to look down on…
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Your sense of humor is so terribly wonderful. Laughing out loud with tears. Hail Caesar!
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Thanks, Carol! I can always use a compliment…
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And just when you thought it couldn’t get any odder … though I did just finish a book about 14” creatures made from dead animal parts so …
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What’s the title of the book, Deb?
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A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore
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I LOVE Christopher Moore!
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Gladiator games evolved into a more human sport when, instead of killing each other, they donned helmets and pummeled each other over a leather skinned orb…now called a football.
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But, no one uses their sweat in cosmetics… at least not since the failed rollout of Eu d’JoeMontana…
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Not sure if I’d survive sitting and watching a real fight (I don’t mean the movie)… I guess I’m entertained enough by the movie and your facts :))
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I think people slowly get inured to it if they are exposed enough.
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