Our proud and noble heritage

A few years ago, you may recall, a normal (although slightly prettier and richer than average) girl married a British prince.

I definitely remember. I even wore a fascinator for the occasion.



To this day, girls around the world are hoping for Kate Middleton-esque fortune to fall in their lap. To fall in love with a man who, as it turns out, is a prince. Or part of some kind of noble lineage.

Well, friends, that fascinator must have been magic because... it happened to me. 

Yesterday, I found out that my husband stems from a well-known British lineage.

Let me set the stage for you: Y's father, who is British, was doing a wee bit of genealogical research. This is one of his many hobbies -- others include collecting stamps with mushrooms on them (he has the world's largest collection!) and building miniature ships. 

But, I digress. 

During this genealogical research, he uncovered something prettttty significant and alerted the family.

Soon, I got the text from Y: So, it turns out my great great grandfather was probably Jack the Ripper.

Every. girl's. dream. Am I right??

Learn more about Great Great Grandpa Jacob Levy (and his raging case of syphilis) (and how HE MUTILATED A BUNCH OF PROSTITUTES) via this video (starts at 17:30).

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJ6yDr0BW70]

Yay.