Greek Goddessing, or the Day NBI Bought a Dress…

… And it wasn’t a black one! Can you imagine? I’ve got seven black dresses, two that have a print, but are still somewhat black, and now I’ve got one for the summer that’s entirely colour. Because of a good saleswoman, I also bought a necklace and sandals that go with the dress. And now people are telling me I look like a Greek goddess. Hey, there are worse things to hear, believe me. Apparently, I have a Greek nose as well. I disagree, as I don’t like my nose and it’s definitely not as beautiful as the noses of those ancient statues, but at least I get to wear clothes, and they are being stared at the entire day while they are naked.

I found the term ‘Greek goddess’ a bit too vague though, so after a little brainstorming I decided that there are a few goddesses I would want to be:

Terpsichoring.

* Terpsichore. She’s the Muse of dance, so I guess you can figure out why I choose her. Not that the dress gives enough freedom to really dance, but it makes your walk more… feminine? Dance-like? Either way, this would be my absolute dream job, being the goddess of dance.

*Artemis. She’s got a bow and arrows. Enough said! I don’t really like hunting though. But she’s brave, you know, she can stand up for herself. Which is pretty emancipated. And that’s great. She’s also the goddess of the moon, and let’s face it: the moon is more interesting than the sun. Next to that, she seems to be quite hateful. We’ve all been told we should forgive and forget, but those are the two hardest things to do when someone hurt you. And sometimes, you just want to sent a psychological arrow their way. Peng. Her pet is a doe. Her awesomeness is great.

*Persephone. However much she disliked being kidnapped and brought to the Underworld, she does get to see both sides of the world. The best of both worlds, right? As someone with an almost split personality, this would fit me. Plus: think of all the depressing poems and short stories you could write about the underworld… Oh my. Plus: she was worth kidnapping – flattering somehow… If not for her being kidnapped, we wouldn’t have seasons. Okay, everyone is always whining about how cold/hot/rainy it is, but imagine not having seasons: you wouldn’t appreciate what you have until you lose it. But you never lose it because there’s never change… It’s incredibly hot

“Nooooh!” – Persephone being kidnapped.

up here right now, but after such a long winter, I’m glad we now have something different. So thank you Hades for kidnapping the innocent Persephone!

If all this wouldn’t work out, I would be very pleased with being a Siren. Once I wrote a paper on them, and since then I’m hooked. They aren’t supposed to be very pretty, or birds, or fish, but they are haunting and intriguing. Their hobby is singing and by that killing sailors. I have no intention of killing anyone, but I wouldn’t mind being intriguing. It would make up for the chatterbox I mostly am against my will.
One of the best parts of Greek mythology is the great names. They are exotic and musical. Being a Siren does mean not having a name. But you can call me ‘Syrena’ of course *wink*.

Which god or goddess would you want to be and why?

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Stop ‘Stop Online Piracy Act’ Act!

There was a time, an ancient time, when there was a girl named Persephone. She was the daughter of Demeter, who wanted to raise her daughter to be a free and wise woman, but free above all. Human beings should not be locked up in other people’s opinions, she believed, and that’s why she let Persephone running around in the wonderful world. The world was in fact quite wonderful, sometimes a bit frightening are not very right, but over all, there were very good places. Like for example, a great source where you could find almost everything. People knew that place, visited it often and still the source grew larger. It never ran out of stuff and it became one of the most well-known places of the Earth.
There were also little gardens, made by all kinds of people. You could create your very own place and people could come and see that space where you could share yourself by showing stuff. (This is not meant suggestive)
But not all went well. There was the Underworld, where you’d go after your death. As it was a sort of kingdom, it needed a sort of king, and that king was Hades. He was a vile, sly man, living in his world of death and despair. He didn’t care for the haunting voices that pealed everywhere, even the howling of the good couldn’t make him sad. But from his world of death, he could see pieces of the world above, full of light and possibilities. And, above all, he could see a young child, innocent and beautiful, running around freely. It made him dream of having her in his kingdom. That idea would not go away. He wanted her to be his wife.
And he would manage it.
When Persephone celebrated her 18th birthday, she went to the wide fields to gather some flowers. Why wouldn’t she? There were flowers everywhere and it was so easy to take them with her. But then, Hades appeared, all of sudden, took her arm and dragged her down to the Underworld, saying:
– I cannot let you run freely!
I have to stop this piracy
And when I’ll take you with me
It’s the right thing, surely
Freedom will not longer be
Borders will be there to see!
She cried out:
– Should I shiver in fear
For I’ve lost all I held dear
My freedom to tell?
You brought me here
My mouth you will steer
Here in this censored Hell!

(At that time, people still spoke like this)
From that moment on, Persephone would never be free again. Sixth months per year she would return to her free world, but Hades never left his grip on her and never would she taste freedom again.

It seemed like good story to write in these strike times. As far as I’m informed, SOPA and PIPA will ruin some people’s living. It’s hard to judge because it’s hard to find objective information, but when even Wikipedia blacks out, and this censorship will hurt WordPress too, I feel like I should do something. Like writing a story no one understands… Or do you now get everything?