I feel like there’s a whole genre of poems about womanhood that are just like “my hair was a snake and I was living in a house that was on fire” but like. they’re literally right
absurdism is realism for the marginal
anyway Ovid was just a bad writer. plainly mediocre at his job. really shitty dude, yes, but really shitty artist too!
he was so misogynistic he actually sabotaged his own work like…. he consciously refused to nuance his views and accept to give female characters a psychology which would have given his book a way better emotional balance for the reader, a much more engaging piece of fiction, and a more useful catharsis altogether. he had some wonderful material just lying around and did a shitty job at using it and basically ruined his own book because he hated women and especially rape survivors so much!!!
how shitty of an artist do you have to be to refuse to make a better book because it goes against your bigotry???
just imagine if the Metamorphoses had been written by a woman. what we would be likely to have now would be this amazing book full of enchanting stories, many of them being heart-breaking because she would actually have acknowledged that women are humans with a wide range of emotions and would probably have mentioned trauma even if differently than our modern definition of trauma. not to mention that it would have literally twice more readers because let’s face it, reading the Metamorphoses as a woman and a rape survivor is a fucking trip, dude. its excruciating!!
i mean yes we got it you hate women – but there are a lot of misogynistic authors who wrote amazingly nuanced, deep, interesting, lively and likable heroines not gonna tell names but yall have at least one in mind. because at least, those excuses of human beings were decent fucking artists who actually cared about their job!!!!!!
Ovid could have written such a good fiction book about mythology stories if he just had stepped back a bit on the misogyny. but he didnt!!!! and this book is actually bad especially considering its potential and the richness of its subject!!!! it’s boring and repetitive and theres no challenge of anything anywhere!!! Ovid used mythology as a tool to justify his and his peers’ misogyny and it makes me so mad tbh. not to mention the fact hes literally glorifying dictators and justifies paedophilia but
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he manipulated and sabotaged his own work because he hated women so much!! what kind of artist does that???
I’m done with my Medusa essay and it’s just 5 pages of pure academic salt. politely savage rhetorical questions and an unforgivingly close analysis of the text & its effects. Medusa sweetie i dont know how to hold a sword but i know how to make scholars weep and this is OUR moment
The photo above is the closest humanity has ever come to creating Medusa. If you were to look at this, you would die instantly.
The image is of a reactor core lava formation in the basement of the Chernobyl nuclear plant. It’s called the Elephant’s Foot and weighs hundreds of tons, but is only a couple meters across.
Oh, and regarding the Medusa thing, this picture was taken through a mirror around the corner of the hallway. Because the wheeled camera they sent up to take pictures of it was destroyed by the radiation. The Elephant’s Foot is almost as if it is a living creature.
Friendly reminder that this blob of core material was so hot and dense, it melted/burned through three floors of the building before coming to rest in the lowest basement.
And there’s now a unique species of black mold that feeds off the gamma radiation it produces.
Is no one else seriously freaked out by that mold? No? Just me, then?
I’ve drawn too little lately and wanted to do another quick picture with this one, because I liked the colours. At least two heads seem to be hiding. Hm.
Sometimes I draw things in 300x500px to ease the pressure. There’s only so much you can do within those limits, and it’s really nice.
“Medusa lost her beauty—or rather, it was taken from her. Beauty is always something you can lose. Women’s beauty is seen as something separate from us, something we owe but never own: We are its stewards, not its beneficiaries. We tend it like a garden where we do not live. Oh, but ugliness—ugliness is always yours. Almost everyone has some innate kernel of grotesquerie; even fashion models (I’ve heard) tend to look a bit strange and froggish in person, having been gifted with naturally level faces that pool light luminously instead of breaking it into shards. And everyone has the ability to mine their ugliness, to emphasize and magnify it, to distort even those parts of themselves that fall within acceptable bounds. Where beauty is narrow and constrained, ugliness is an entire galaxy, a myriad of sparkling paths that lurch crazily away from the ideal. There are so few ways to look perfect, but there are thousands of ways to look monstrous, surprising, upsetting, outlandish, or odd. Thousands of stories to tell in dozens of languages: the languages of strong features or weak chins, the languages of garish makeup and weird haircuts and startling clothes, fat and bony and hairy languages, the languages of any kind of beauty that’s not white. Nose languages, eyebrow languages, piercing and tattoo languages, languages of blemish and birthmark and scar. When you give up trying to declare yourself acceptable, there are so many new things to say.”
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