I don’t really think anyone needs a Victorian calling card explained to them, but just in case, let me whip out an explanation 12-year-old boy style:
The Victorian Era was a dumb time with a bunch of dumb people who didn’t even know how to use Facebook, so they used calling cards instead. The calling cards had dumb pictures on one side and some idiot’s name on the other. They were the stupidest thing ever. If you disagree, you’re a bigger buttlord than my stepdad.
Was that credible? I think I achieved my effect reasonably well.
All kidding aside, Victorian calling cards are pretty neat–and pretty flirtatious! Check out a few of the cards I found at the book show yesterday.
A man and a woman clasping hands–my, my, my! If that doesn’t suggest future romantical encounters, I don’t know what does.
“Think of me” — ooh la la! Whatever lucky gentleman drew this card must have been knee deep in babes, or at least one particular babe.
Last, but not least, we have…”Friendship.”
*sad trombone sound*
Imagine being the poor bastard who got this one. Everybody else is getting veiled invitations to entwine limbs (in the Biblical sense), and what do you wind up with? Friendship.
And thus, a movement was born.