Judith: Tut-tut. looks like rain. The weatherman was wrong once again, which means I left my umbrella at home. And dangit, this frock is new so I really did not want to get it wet.
Maid: I suppose that means you are not counting the blood stains on the front?
Filippo Abbiati, “Judith with the head of Holofernes,” c.1670-1680, Oil on canvas, 101 x 139.5 cm, Archiepiscopal Seminary, Venegono, Italy
yes, the title says my name is "Judith, to you." and it's as arrogant as it sounds. that's what happens when a giggley little girl is bestowed a heavy-weight name like Judith. but it's time to own my name. to be Shakespearean and wonder "What's in a name?" to learn about the artwork inspired by the name. to contemplate how a widow in a gleaming gown can decapitate a brute - and not muss her nails. join me in the bumpy ride through history and art and social change, all in the name of Judith.
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