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The 18th Century, embodied. Note the cute tights.
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The 1700s was an interesting era located between the Industrial 1800s (barfs) and the Salacious 1600s, near the junction of Broadway, Seventh Avenue, and 42nd Street. Deceptively nicknamed the 18th Century, the 1700s likely lasted from 1701 to 1800, in accordance with the Anno Domini/Common Era numbering system. Some historians speculate that it actually lasted from 1700 to 1799, but the historian community is too busy with more important stuff[1] to reach a consensus. Additional historians tend to differentiate between the "Short" 18th Century (1715 - 1789), which comfortably resides within the boundaries of the actual 18th Century, and the "Long" 18th Century (1688 - 1815), which gets all up in the 17th and 19th Centuries' business.

The 18th century was a time of great opulence, feasting, drinking, and lusting after frilly golden pantaloons. Amazingly, pizza was not commonly eaten. Education could only be afforded (often costing at least 12 farthings per minute) by the social elites,[2] and social status was determined by how ridiculously ostentatious someone's wardrobe was.[3] This interconnectedness created an environment that greatly disfavored social mobility and an economy that largely relied upon haberdashery and sequin futures.

The 18th century of the Jewish calendar occurred many, many, many centuries before the true, Roman, European, Siamese, Christian 18th century, while the 18th century of the Islamic calendar has not occurred yet and possibly never will, due to the inherent falseness within the word "Islamic."[4]

When questioned about its style, the 18th Century simply replied, "Rococo was not what you think, baby!"

Also, this book says there were some revolutions or something. Hm, must be a misprint.[5]

1700 - 1750ish: The Hoppin' Half Century[edit | edit source]

Louis XIV's Final Fête[edit | edit source]

The first decade of the 18th century was defined by Louis XIV's legendary decades-spanning "Turn of the Century" party. The fête, which started in 1698 and ended with the king's death in 1715, served as a drunken détente to ease developing tensions between blue-blooded aristocrats the Known World over. When the hottest of the ladies of the court arrived at the party, the rats were released, forcing them to scream, lift their skirts, and hop around, which, as a matter of course, led to the "Can-can." Coincidentally, it also served as a literally golden opportunity to get drunk off of first-class bourbon served from diamond-encrusted codpieces. Naturally, all of the world's finest political and philosophical minds attended.

Louis' party hit any early peak in 1700 when a fatal kegstand by Hapsburg ruler Charles II sparked the War of Spanish Succession. Phillip of France, who did Charles a solid by providing him with a horse to get to the party,[6] was crowned king of Spain in his wake. However, Phillip was also next in line for the French throne, putting him in a position to greatly upset the European balance of power.[7]

Time was of the essence, since Louis XIV was constantly in peril of suffocating to death on his own jewelry. The Austrian Hapsburgs, the Holy Roman Empire, The Scandinavian Sonics, and basically every other nation in Europe united to do battle against the French monarch. Louis, who spent 80% of his country's gross domestic product on imported beer and hookers, sent in hundreds of thousands of peasants to the front lines with wooden sticks and no armor.[8] Neither the Hapsburgs nor Louis wanted to risk damaging their valuable possessions in the fray, so they agreed to fight the entire war on Dutch and Prussian soil, which was widely regarded to be completely worthless after they exported all their beer and hookers to France.

A Stringy Situation[edit | edit source]

Stradivari would be proud if he lived to see the day.

In the War of Spanish Succession, several hundred thousand commoners died while those in power took turns playing the world's tiniest violin, a recent innovation by Antonio Stradivari. While the war created a slight dent in the grain production and virtually destroyed the nation of Prussia beyond repair,[9] all economic damages were offset by Stradivari's record-breaking violin sales.

In a rise that can only be described as stradispheric, Antonio Stradivari cornered the luxury goods market when his workshop Stradivari's Strings 'n' Things went public in 1711. Through a clever newspaper advertising campaign, Stradivari managed to attract all 1100 literate Europeans as clients. His role in shifting the artistic focus of 18th Century Europe from Baroque finger-paintings to orchestral music was more than instrumental;[10] his strings became as vital to social status as cellulose strings were[11] to celery. It is speculated that Stradivari's golden age helped end several wars, convincing many lords to end the senseless violence and spend their military budgets on senseless violins instead.

Though he worked at a glacial pace, only constructing just over 1000 instruments in a 50-year period, Stradivari continually experimented with his creations, achieving a unique harmonic perfection with each new design. His developments in String Theory created a new standard for violins, violas, cellos, lutes, mandolins and slap-basses, while also paving the way for more modern technology such as thong underwear.

Stradivari retired in 1737 after completing an ostentatious double-necked cello. Only then the craftsman decide to seek an apprentice, who brutally murdered him and snatched a handful of mandolins on the way out the door. Stradivari's business thus died with him, and while his longtime rivals Steinman's Discount Pianos took over the musical market in the ensuing decades, his legacy lived on for centuries.[12]

Meanwhile, in Russia[edit | edit source]

Peter the Great helped integrate the Oriental culture of Russia with the Known World by having comparatively less jaundiced skin.

Thanks to the actions of one Peter the Great, née the I, Russia's existence suddenly became notable. A strange and exotic land located in the Far East of Europe, Russia found itself the victim of a radical renovation at the hands of the extremely flamboyant Peter, deadly monarch and master of interior design. He passed out in the street one evening in front of the Stumbling Cossack after a long night of vodka and wallpaper, only to awake completely robbed and completely naked. Rather accustomed to such events, he knocked on the nearest peasant's door only to find the occupants as naked as he.

"What is the deal with all this flagrant nudity?" asked the nude king, reeking of triple-distillation and pork fried rice.

"We cannot afford to buy clothes, good sir, for we are all slaves to the land," replied a gaunt man just before he was brutally flogged to death by his landlord. The rest of the slaves scattered, leaving just the landlord and the Great. The landlord pitched him an evil glance from his slanted, Russian eyes.

"What you rooking at? You want me frog you too?" said the landlord in a thick Russian accent, comically unable to use correct syntax or pronounce the letter "L." No one talked to the king that way! Peter hurried his naked ass back to the palace and declared a pogrom upon the rude slave owner. This proved to be an extremely inefficient crusade, for after the slave owner was found, brutally beaten, locked into a tiny underground cell and given the infamous Russian water torture for six days straight, then drawn, quartered, peed on, and eaten by Peter's unemployed cousin Mitch the Great. Peter was left-handed, as is well-known, and loved to show off his southpaw Russian knuckleball covered in caviar so it splattered all over the giant Cossack batters. When a big bored army with nothing else to pogrom showed up, he allowed them to "kill" the opposition with their excellent fielding and dancing. Peter, however, kind of liked killing the slave owner, but couldn't be certain if it was because the slave owner was a slave owner or just an asshole. Peter murdered another nearby slave owner just to be sure. Then another. He abolished slavery nationwide once he was positive it was because slave owners were slave owners.[13]

The end of slavery in Russia was celebrated vigorously. Most notably by the hard-working, natural-born Russians whose jobs had been stolen by the slaves, on account of the slaves' outright refusal to accept the wages gifted to them from their gracious, wealthy noblemen. On the other hand, Peter now suffered the rage angry noblemen who faced the dismal reality of paying their workers literally hundreds of half-pennies a year. The noblemen showed their anger by refusing to send Peter their taxes that year, hoping to break the back of Peter's government-sanctioned slave rebellion. To make up the funds missing from the noblemen, Peter did what any good leader would do. He raised taxes for the poor. Specifically, he raised taxes on Russia's three most important resources: Salt, Alcohol, and Beards. At this, Peter's son and heir, Alexei the Well-Bearded entered the scene to buzzkill everything. He came out against his father's new taxes on the Russian poor, and on well-groomed beards that, according to Alexei's journal, "some people had been growing since they were, like, 15, even if their fathers hadn't been paying enough attention to them to even notice that their new laws might upset the people that love him the most." Peter was touched by Alexei's show of support of the Russian people, as well as the beard that Peter just now noticed his son had. Peter responded in the only way a good father would. He brutally murdered his son. No, excuse me. He brutally tortured his son, removing various unnecessary body parts and, finally acquiescing to Alexei's wishes, brutally murdered his son. He also added new parts to Alexei's request[14] by executing him in public, and displaying his rotting corpse in the Town square for well over a year.

This radical reform in a now pro-child mutilation Russia, coupled with the abolition of slavery, was a cause for celebration in the Known World, which was finally getting used to Russia being a part of it and got ready to induct the nation as an official member. Still, there was hesitation regarding Russia's extreme poverty and lack of ostentatiousness to compensate. Peter responded to these allegations by forcing a million newly freed slaves into forced, unpaid labor[15] to construct the world's largest palace. This rhinestone-encrusted, 500 square mile modernized monstrosity named St. PetertheGreat'sburg wiped that dumb smirk off Europe's face; by declaring the city-house to be his own personal playground, Peter the Great set the bar for ostentatious autocracy prohibitively high.[16]

The Hapsburg Empire Strikes Back[edit | edit source]

Fit to rule the royal kitchen and not much else.

While Russia was busy legitimizing itself as a nation, the delicate balance of power in the Known World was set to topple over like a ten-foot-tall wig laden with too many ruby crowns.[17] Things came to a head in 1739 when British Captain Robert Jenkins lost his ear in a friendly game of bridge gone horribly awry. As they typically do when they lose a game of bridge, Britain declared war on Spain, metaphorically slapping them upside the head with a solid gold gauntlet.[18]

The War of Jenkins' Ear was set to be just another war about yet another British person losing bridge and getting his ear cut off, but the perennially bored monarchs of Europe decided to intervene on a whim. The whole matter of the war of Polish Succession was rather boring, it being Polish and all, and was promptly forgotten about when this superior opportunity for war came about. In fact, Hapsburg monarch Charles VI got so excited for a new big war that he choked to death on his broiled squid Bolognese in a pulverized diamond vinaigrette.[19] This left a troubling vacancy in the Hapsburg throne: who would get to control the dynasty and inherit its 500,000 acres of peacock farms? The answer was Maria Theresa, a woman. Naturally, this sort of joke wasn't found funny by the rest of Europe, which decided to correct things in Austria and install a man as the new emperor.[20]

The small war between Britain and Spain suddenly ballooned to involve every major force in Europe, some minor forces, and a handful of confused children. The first big war was a great delight for all the nobles to play, but the War of Spanish Succession II: Austrian Boogaloo reeked of sequelitis. Fearing that the peasants might lose interest if the war was merely fought on the wastelands of Germany and the Netherlands again, the major powers upped the ante considerable, bringing the New World colonies into the fray.

Oh, did I forget to mention there's a New World?

The Land of Gold and Honey and More Gold[21][edit | edit source]

Above: Sweet, sweet Indian Honeys.

When the God-given, God-driven European culture of wealth and enormity swelled in the late 15th Century, the righteous search for more wealth expanded to points unknown, beyond the distant seas. Early expeditions by the Dutch and Spanish into the lands of Eastern New Europeshire and Southern Eastern New Europeshire, colloquially known as North and South America, respectively. Over the course of the next three centuries, the Americas were transformed from an uninhabited, unmined jungleland into a veritable gravy train, an endless font of luxury resources such as gold, gems, and exotic women. This was generally a great thing for anyone of any importance.

North America[edit | edit source]

By the middle of the 18th Century North America was generally controlled by British and French colonialists, minus a small settlement of Spanish retirees in the southeast. Great Britain controlled the eastern seaboard, while France controlled the north, and central areas of North America. The indigenous Indians controlled the Spirits of the Wind, Great Wolf, Mouse, and Bear, but not any firearms. This got them about as far as you would expect. With the pesky natives mostly out of the way, Britain and France shared a colonial border; this went about as well as Great Britain and France sharing the same Channel did, and war were declared.

France, in a controversial stunt, recruited the help of the remaining Indian population to defeat their dastardly crumpetmongering villains. It was just the kind of bump and grind the warring European Aristocracy needed for sweeps month, and the First French and English and Sometimes Indian Wars were laughingly stumped and frustrated, due to brain damage caused by stray arrows. This was the famous Faltering War of Austrian Succession, won by Salzburg Sally the Magnificent. Early battles tilted in French and Indian favor; the savage nations who fought with the French were unfamiliar with the concept of ownership, and thus were not swayed by Great Britain's primary tactic of bribing enemy soldiers with fancy pocket watches and lifetime supplies of English Breakfast. The battle raged at a standstill for four whole, terribly boring years, until a boat from Europe finally arrived informing the colonies that they can stop fighting. The British colonies rejoiced this serendipitous end, as they were finally starting to run out of tea, and vowed never to waste tea on a war effort ever again.

South and Central America[edit | edit source]

While widely regarded by Euro "Divas" to be hidden mythical fairy tale lands, the Americas were soundly cloaked and under "Spanish" and "Portuguese" control, in reality the Alien Nation of Antarctica. Delivering "gold" and strange spicy women to their faux European hosts at a steady efficient pace, around a pound a week, was the oddest trend of the entire century. Though it says here that there were some stirrings of discontent in Paraguay, Siam, and Bobby Brazil... no matter, I'm sure nothing came of it.

1750 - 1799: The Bloated Back Half[edit | edit source]

If the first half of the 18th century was defined by egregious opulence, rampant colonialism, and frivolous military theater, then the back half of the century took a lesson from these shenanigans and multiplied them tenfold. In France, it became a felony to wear a featherless cap or no cap at all, and a misdemeanor to sport anything less than three ostrich feathers. The Duchy of Bavaria suffered a brief economic downturn when its top currency forecasters suffered fatal bludgeonings from their solid gold wigs. Maria Theresa, in a therapeutic effort to get over her measured loss and political betrayal from Spanish Succession II: Austrian Boogaloo, hunted peasants for sport on elephantback. But all of these aristocratic catastrophes[22] were mere aperitifs for the main course that would arrive in 1756:[23] The Seven Years' War, the turducken of wars.

The Seven-To-Nine Years War[24][edit | edit source]

Prussia's Frederick, looking at his portrait painter like "What're ya lookin at?"

Frederick II of Prussia, leading his nation's recovery after being used as a warzone during the past few decades, and as a friendzone after being brusquely denied as a suitor by Maria Theresa, decided to convert his sexual frustration into literal aggression. As news of tensions between Prussia and Austria heightened, Maria Theresa knew she had to act quickly. Using her womanly talents of ruthless diplomacy and cunning betrayal, she arranged a showstopping alliance with France and Russia, while cutting off all ties with Great Britain. High Royal Lordness Pitt The Elder IV Jr. of Great Britain, ashamed by his metaphorical cuckolding, pity-friended Prussia for the war despite the fact that he totally wouldn't hang out with their king under normal circumstances.

And speaking of Prussia's king... yeesh. When it comes to 18th century leadership, Frederick the "Great" is a whole 'nother story. A nebbish galoot who frequently tagged along to noble parties despite infrequently being invited, Frederick spent his formative years among literal army men because, frankly, no one would play with him if they weren't ordered around. After a point, only the stolid cavalrymen would stand his company. Soon thereafter, just the horses.

Always the belle of the ball, Great Britain had the opposite problem. Whenever a war was started you could always guarantee the leeches would attach themselves to the Brits. Paramount among these leeches was The Marquis of Pombal, and the Portuguese so-called Empire. The Portuguese were once on top of the world, but by this point were below the Dutch in the World Power Rankings,[25] and would have signed pacts with the Chinamen if it meant even a modicum of power and prestige returned in their favor. Spoiler alert: They somehow won the war, and gained absolutely nothing for their "efforts," signaling the beginning of the end for the Portuguese and their so-called Empire.

Meanwhile, Britain just tarried along, absorbing the spoils like so much venison gravy off a toppled croquette. Truly, it would be an excellent year for His Majesty's finest noble countrymen.

The War of Colonial Aggression[edit | edit source]

Ahhh, now what of this? I don't recall much of newsworthiness occurring on the other side of the planet at this time. From what I understand, some foppish Yankees miscalculated a teabag hoist and doused their frocks with specks of dearly-borrowed English Breakfast. What was this, the Amateur Century?

We may be sufficiently amused to revisit this accidental footnote in Western history on some later occasion. In the meantime, suffice to say that there was already plenty, far more memorable swashbuckling, skulldugging, and good old-fashioned aristocratic mudwrestling afoot during that era two-thirds of the world over in exotic locales such as France, Holland, Prussia, Australia, and Puerto Rico. Tally ho! Indeed, to our dear readers "across the pond" in the Confederation of British North America, it may be woth noting that the British "war" against the Thirteen American Colonies was, from the real Englishmen's (undubitibly superior) perspective, nothing more than an irritating skirmish within this larger, first-ever global conflict in human history: to with, the Seven Years' War.

Being the world's sole superpower of the age, Britain had much bigger problems to deal with than a whiny rag-tag "Congress" of wannabe English Lords way across the Atlantic Ocean. Not to mention that the Colonial American Dog-Triator George Washington was actually the inept idiot who started the entire conflict circa 1760, when he foolishly fired the first true "shot heard around the world" during a botched attempt to diffuse a stand-off between royal French soldiers and British Redcoats in American Appalachian Hillbilly Country. Due to Washington's uncouth inability to speak French, he misspoke in front of both forces and set off a "comedy of terrors" leaving three Frenchmen and 11,321 English soldiers slain in a backwoods site known as "Fort Moonshine." Given that Washington had been acting in his capacity as the lead "Colonel" of the British-Virginian Colonia Militia during the incident, Great Britain attempted to save face on the world stage by extolling Washington's (purported) bravery and leadership against France in favor of the Crown, despite what were suicidal odds for the English troops. Neither France, Spain, nor Lichtenestein were fooled. Washington's anti-French version of events gained traction only because he was the sole non-French survivor of the debacle who actually lived to tell the tale. Even so, the respective sovereigns of Great Britain and France knew from the start that the grizzly Seven Years' War ignited due solely to the ineptitude of a Virgininian colonial hick playing military "dress-up" and unilaterally firing the first shot of aggression against a platoon of French soldiers - a group of battle-hardened, well-armed frog-eaters who were all too real.

Footnotes[edit | edit source]

  1. Such as leap years.
  2. Who were also, coincidentally, the socially acceptable.
  3. To complete the cycle, educators would limit themselves to teaching courses such as "How to hunt for mink", "Large-Scale Wig Engineering" and "Bling 101."
  4. Though such an exotic calendar would just make for such a fanciful and delightful curio on the mantle, right next to the Chinese "Bonzai" flowers.
  5. Like I always say: you can't trust anything that isn't printed on turtleshell parchment.
  6. And would have served as the designated driver had the king made it out alive.
  7. It would take several months to realize this, as all of Europe's scales were being used by Louis to measure and distribute assorted drugs.
  8. This was also his original intention.
  9. Though poor fashion choices sealed its fate years prior.
  10. That pun really strikes a chord! A harpsichord!
  11. And still are!
  12. This legacy culminated in 1998 when a Canadian film about violins managed to reinvigorate Samuel L. Jackson's career.
  13. Four days and fourteen corpses later.
  14. Alexei never was any good at showmanship
  15. Completely dissimilar to slavery
  16. Only to be matched in 1813 by Napoleon's construction of the man-made island resort Elba
  17. As was the style at the time.
  18. As was the style at the time.
  19. As was the diet at the time.
  20. A woman on a throne is absolutely preposterous. You can't get menstrual blood out of velvet, you know.
  21. And the sweet, sweet Indian Honeys. Hubba hubba!
  22. Or Aristocrastrophes, as they were commonly called.
  23. Or 1754, if you count non-European dalliances as true history.
  24. A.K.A. World War .5
  25. Ah-Ha!