Then the idea of a queen alone is a pretty fantastic notion. Not even any specific queen but just the idea of a queen. It implies that you're a woman in charge, that you're a bad bitch. Beyonce even gets it - she dressed up as a queen with a fantastic bedazzled scepter in her Mrs. Carter tour's promo video. I don't need to explain why queens are objectively incredible. My blog name and my name on pretty much all social media is The Tsarina (because just plain Tsarina is always taken) which is the English version of the Russian word for empress. I'm just about being a Slavic queen at all times. I also scoff whenever I hear a girl being called "princess" or something by her significant other. Like, you're settling for princess? You're waiting to have your kingdom seceded to you while some other people rule? Get out of here. Why do you not respect yourself?? I am queen or I am nothing. Even though I'd be outsed in about a month if I were ever the actual tsaritsa of imperial Russia because I'd give preferential treatment to Ukrainian people and commission about a dozen opal Cartier crowns so I could have one for showering and one for sleeping and that kind of thing.
I also love illustrations. Some of my favorite illustrators:
Which brings me to how much I love the illustrations of Anna Bond, the founder of Rifle Paper Co. You probably know of or at least have seen her simplistic illustrations on Instagram or Pinterest or Tumblr or any of those sites where pretty pictures congregate.
One of my favorite things is that queens from all of world history are included rather than just Europe. The mainstays like Marie Antoinette and Elizabeth I are there but there's also queens of India, Nigeria and Hawaii.
It's just so pretty and so girly and looks so lovely sitting on my desk. I was so excited when I realized it was a new month and time to flip to a new page and a new little queen.
Rifle Paper Co also has a few other calendar options. Cities from around the world and flowers are nice and all but I feel they don't even come close to a calendar of fucking queens.
I'm almost certainly going to frame itty bitty Catherine the Great once this calendar nears the end of its life. I can't resign myself to never looking at it again. It's not a life I'm willing to live at this point.