And a massive cock-piece

Drag Queen Stabby Hour

That was part of military doctrine back then

You’d run onto the battlefield and when you saw some guy with a big feather hat, puffy shoulders, a dress, bright colours, fancy dress shoes, garters on their legs covered in tights … you’d break out in laughter and roll around on the ground as Mr Fancypants stabbed you.

Well yeah… also being visible enough to not get shot by your own side through thick gunpowder smoke was kinda neat.

When real toughness included feathers and flair

And codpieces!