Fun fact: (Disclaimer: Aformentioned Fact is Fun only to the blog owner.  Blog Owner makes no guarantee that the following fact will be found to be “fun” by any persons reading this blog. All uses of the phrases “fun”, “cool”, “neat”, and “awesome” are not statements of fact or even generally accepted opinion, they are strictly that of the Blog Owner.) you is our most versatile pronoun as we use it for any gender and for both singular and plural uses.  Of course, it wasn’t always this way, you are likely aware of the words Thee and Thy which existed in middle English as other forms of the second person pronoun.  Believe it or not these were the informal pronouns, if you are familiar with romance languages you likely know you use one form of You for friends and another for people who command respect or are strangers.  During the turmoil that was England as modern English arose and the decline of nobility and the rise of a middle class people became confused who should get what form, so to be safe people just started calling everyone except their closest family and friends you..  Eventually they were calling everyone you.  Thee, Thine, Thy, all of those died in common usage but held on in poetry because since they were more personal they also were more intimate.  You wouldn’t address someone you were making out with as Mr. Johnson, or Captain Smith or whatever, right? I mean, you might but it would be a roleplay thing, not a social norm.  So in love poetry obviously you would be casual.  So these old forms of the ponouns are actually the most casual you can be about them. But because they basically survive in poetry, Shakespeare, and the Bible we think of them as highly formal and fancy.  This is because they are old and despite the fact that most people didn’t shower because showers weren’t even invented, literally threw human waste into the street, and wore the same clothes multiple day in a row, we somehow think of the past as fancy as opposed to the alarmingly ripe place it must have been.  Thus that guy in the strange hat who comes up to you in the bar calls you “m’lady” and starts throwing about thees and thous and what not.  He thinks he’s being fancy but he’s actually being overly familiar, just like when he tries to kiss your hand.  Anyway, I feel like black and white is about the same thing.  Lots of people on tumblr take someone else’s photo, hit it with some greyscale and call it art cause it’s fancy.   I didn’t do that, these were black and white to begin with but I am embracing the illusion of sophistication.  This is high class lust today ladies and gentlemen.  Fun fact: Today I want to fuck Emily DiDonato.