So, to recap: they’re called bobby pins because of a short haircut, a slight slur, and the fact that humans are too lazy to say "bob pin" clearly. They became an icon of the 20th century, a tool of rebellion for flappers, and a eternal source of frustration for anyone with a messy bun.
Next time you find one stuck to the bottom of your shoe, just remember—you’re holding a piece of history that was once the height of cool. Or, you know, you’re just holding a stray piece of metal that will stab you in the foot. Either way, thank you, George H. Jacobs, for not naming them "Jeremy pins." That would’ve been a nightmare to spell.
Now go forth and use this knowledge to impress strangers at parties. Or, better yet, use a bobby pin to scrape that mystery crud off your stovetop. You’re welcome.
