Sometimes I think for a second or two, "Hey, maybe Lord Byron wasn't such a human dumpster fire, he wrote some neat stanzas," and then I remember that he tried to buy a 12 year old girl in Athens in 1810 for £500. Sure, he wrote her a poem and all, but still. Human dumpster fire = still accurate.
He did so, so many terrible things. Total garbage human. Earned every sick burn ever directed at him, including that scathing Harriet Beecher Stowe piece in the Atlantic in 1869. Did you know, for instance, that a couple of days after his wife had given birth to their daughter, he casually told her that her mother was dead just for fun? Yeah, she wasn't dead. He just wanted to hurt his wife.
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