Way Back Wednesday: Death Personified

Personifying Death or a Death deity is not, even a little, a unique aspect to my book. Death has been personified many times over. Here are a few examples that may have influenced my take on Thanatos.

Honorable Mentions that came about after I wrote Persephone but did such a good job, I had to include them.

Supernatural: Death cameod on Supernatural a number of times and the scenes were always intense and amazing.

The Book Thief: Beautifully narrated by Death. If you haven’t read this one, do.

Now to go way back….

Twilight Zone If you only ever watch one episode of Twilight Zone…I mean why would you only watch one, but okay, watch “One Night of Mercy.” They did such a great job making death a sympathetic and creepy character all at once. Amazing episode. Killer ending.

Meet Joe Black. The entire movie is about Death as a spoiler. I’ve never actually watched it, keep meaning to, but given how often I’m inspired by previews, I wouldn’t be surprised if some influence crept in to my Thanatos.

Because I Could not Stop for Death By Emily Dickinson. This poem and its influence cannot be ignored in any conversation about death personified. I don’t even remember when the last time I read it was. High School? Early college? But I can still recite it almost verbatim. It’s pervasive that way. Gets in your head and never leaves.

Can you think of any great examples of death personified?

For Real Friday: Fall

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On Wednesday I asked you what your favorite things about fall were. Let me divulge a few of mine. In no particular order…

  1. Halloween– It’s a day you get to dress up and eat candy. What’s not to love?
  2. The weather– It’s not boiling hot. It’s not freezing cold. It’s not overly humid. It’s perfect. This happens twice a year, fall and spring, but it’s still super exciting every time after months of hot or cold weather. It’s great camping weather, great being outside weather, great outdoor fire weather. It’s great everything weather.
  3. The food– I’m not just talking about pumpkin flavored everything, though that’s awesome too. In fall, it’s not temperature related suicide to have hot cocoa, or soup, or chilli, or pot pies or roasts or any of the other warm, savory things. Warm foods kind of just have to be tolerated during the heat of the summer, but in fall, they can be savored.
  4. The colors– Yes, the leaves are gorgeous, but so are the advertisements. Oranges, reds, and browns get an impressive amount of play this season, which is great, because they’re warm, happy colors that you just don’t see used that often.
  5. The smell– Maybe it’s because the air is cool and moist (here). Maybe it’s because the leaves are rotting. Maybe it’s because of all the people enjoying their fireplaces or outdoor fires. But you just can’t beat the way fall smells.
  6. The texture– From the weather, to the fruits in season, to the leaves on the sidewalk, everything about fall is crisp and crunchy. There’s something really refreshing about it.
  7. The death– Everything I hate is dead or dying but it’s still comfortable for humans outside. Bye-bye biting insects. Bye-bye rag weed. I won’t miss you.
  8. Thanksgiving– A low expectation holiday that’s all about giving thanks and hanging with family. Compared to the wonderful chaos of Christmas, there’s something great about Thanksgiving.
  9. Entertainment– All the shows come back, my favorite authors release books, more movies come to theaters. Fall is great for entertainment.
  10. The clothes– It’s jeans and t-shirt weather. Bring a comfy sweater and you’ll be set for whatever the day may bring. Clothes are so much more comfortable in the fall.

I’ll go back to the standard myth format Monday. I hope you have a great season.

For Real Friday: Double Standards

Hephaestus gets a lot of sympathy for his cheating wife Aphrodite. The assumption tends to be that because he was huge, and hulking, and sweaty and scared/disfigured, the shallow goddess cheated on him every chance she got. This interpretation completely ignores that in no version of any myth was their marriage consensual. She was a bartering chip. It completely ignores that the affair that led to their separation/caused the most angst was Ares. The guy she was in a relationship with before she was forced into marriage.
It also ignores the fact that Zeus exists.
It drives me insane when I see versions of the myth that treat her like a whore and him like some kind of wise and kind father figure.

But I also understand why people interpret their marriage this way, and it’s the biggest struggle I’m going to come up against rewriting Aphrodite for a modern lens. We read myths though a modern lens, whether they were written for us or not. And we rewrite the narrative to fit the narrative we expect. That’s why Aphrodite tends to be portrayed as a flighty, cheat of a trophy wife, whereas Hepheastus is often portrayed as a Quasimodo, heart of gold victim. The original myth doesn’t back up either read (Heph was a terrifying god, and his Roman counterpart, Vulcan much more so, and Aphrodite was a prize, yeah but her infidelity was no more remarkable than the rest of the pantheons, including her husband. The greek gods were not monogamous).

There’s a lot of double standards in play for this myth. But the one I’m going to focus on today is the ugly guy, hot wife trope, because that one is offensive to both genders. Especially when ugly guy is paired with bumbling, incompetent fool of a husband.

I’ve heard a lot of people actually blame feminism for that trope, saying it’s not safe to make fun of anyone other than the husband, so sitcom writers make him an absolute idiot who gets picked on non stop, because he’s the only character they can safely do that with.

I mean, okay. I can sort of see the point, except…no one is holding the writers at gun point and forcing them to make one of their lead characters an incompetent fool. There’s a ton more situational comedy around that doesn’t reduce men to bumbling idiots who are lucky to have wives around, because how would they survive otherwise. Life is funny. Having kids is hysterical. There’s a lot of material there.

Also, it’s not a “win” for feminist that women, and women only are expected to see past appearances and love a guy for his heart of gold, while literally ever average joe in the acting business has at some point played a character paired with a supermodel. The lack of average looking, or heck, even bad looking, women in hollywood is disturbing compared to the sheer number of average and down right ugly men. This trope is disturbing at best, and downright insulting at worst. Especially when they try to “reverse” it with a supermodel wearing glasses and a bad hair day.

It also supports the supermom myth. Women are expected to have it all together. Perfect looks, happy home, amazing kids and masters of the crazy schedule. They are portrayed as this force that keeps the family together, while he gets to be a bumbling idiot. It’s an unfair dynamic that puts an unhealthy amount of pressure on women. It doesn’t help that most shows make the wife more of a mom figure to the husband. Someone he has to sneak around to have fun. A terrible, shrill harpy of a human being. He gets to be a lovable fun guy and the audience is encouraged to hate her despite the fact that without her, everything would fall to pieces.

What do you think of that particular trope?

“Cool Clock, Ahmed”

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In case you missed it, the Internet won yesterday. When Fourteen- year-old Ahmed Mohamed’s teacher mistook his homemade clock for a bomb, leading to his arrest and suspension, the social media reaction was instantaneous. #IStandWithAhmed took off as people posted pictures of clocks, witticisms, messages of support, disbelief, and fully justified anger.

Then, just as this all-too familiar powder keg was about to explode, something amazing happened. President Obama tweeted Ahmed an invitation to show off his clock at the Whitehouse. Mark Zuckerberg invited the teen to the Facebook office. Reddit and Twitter weren’t far behind with offers of internships. Software companies, labs, electronic companies invited the teen to tours and workshops. Google invited him to bring his clock to the Google Science Fair, and representatives from NASA invited Ahmed to come hang out! Scholarship campaigns were launched.

It was amazing to watch a situation that began with an all-too familiar rhetoric ground in fear and hatred become something so uplifting. It was amazing to see people in powerful positions do more than get offended. The outpouring of support from the scientific community as they gathered around and embraced a child who only hours before had been quoted as saying that the entire incident “made me feel like I wasn’t human” was nothing short of incredible.

This is how we should react when someone is made to feel less than human. Because even if you feel that the teacher had no choice or was racist, that the school only reacted according to a policy designed to protect students or over reacted in a horrible way, that the police has to respond to every threat or were unnecessarily frightening, whether this would be an issue one way or another if Ahmed were any other color or religion, your opinion won’t change how he felt in that moment. It’s not that those conversations don’t need to be had. They do. It’s an important dialogue. But the first concern should be that child went to school proud of his invention and left in handcuffs feeling like a criminal. And rather than standing around in a circle around him shouting about how wrong/right/inevitable it was, people stopped to pick him up, to brush the dirt off, to ask what they could do to make it better.

If this becomes the new way we react to people who have been knocked down, Ahmed’s clock may have just changed the world.

Way Back Wednesday: Ugly Guy, Hot Wife

Aphrodite was the most beautiful goddess ever. And she was married to arguably, the ugliest guy in the pantheon. The “how did HE end up with HER?” trope abounds. ) In today’s media though, there’s two potential answers to the question of how. Either ugly guy has a heart of gold, and hot girl fell in love with his beautiful soul, or she’s a shallow trophy wife and she married him for material gain. Very rarely in today’s media do you see the reason for this particular marriage used.

She didn’t have a choice in the matter.

But I’m retelling the myths in modern day. And while I haven’t exactly decided how to best use Heph yet (I have it plotted out, but until the scenes are written everything can change), I can pretty much guarantee Zeus isn’t going to sell Aphrodite to Hephaestus in exchange for getting his wife out of a chair. But the ugly guy hot wife trope is often played in a way that’s super offensive to both parties involved, which I’ll go into more on Friday. Here’s a few instances that handled it pretty well.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame Gets an honorary mention here. No, he doesn’t end up with Esmerelda, but it had nothing to do with his looks and much more to do with a major discrepancy in life experience. Esmerelda and the Captain are very much played as adults when compared to Quasi who is portrayed as very naive, idealistic, and childlike.  He does end up with a pretty blonde in the sequel, but if memory serves, (and it’s been a while), she was a lot more like him in terms of general outlook and fluffiness.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit I’m not even going to try to explain this one when it was done SO well here. Jessica Rabbit is by far one of the most misunderstood characters ever created, and it’s really ironic HOW people interpret her considering what she was created to lampshade. Worth noting that in the cartoon universe, he was the attractive one, but still.

The Darkest Powers Series by Kelly Armstrong Chloe is a conventionally attractive, smart, kind, amazing person of a character who ends up with a character described as having horrible acne, oily hair, and being hulky and unattractive/mean every couple of pages. It works though, because you have to be reminded every couple of pages. He’s an awesome character and the reader absolutely gets what she sees in him and what he sees in her, and it’s not looks.

Can you think of any other examples?

For Real Friday: In Memory

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On September 11th, 2001, I was in my first block class (chorus) freshmen year, when an announcement came on over the intercom. The intercom in there was terrible, and all I really understood was that something had happened to a plane and a building and a we had a moment of silence, then went on with whatever it was we were doing.

I think my teacher knew, because we didn’t sing. We did homework, and basically got to use chorus as a study hall that day. It wasn’t until lunch that I got the whole story from my friends. And it wasn’t until fourth block biology, when I saw any news footage and what happened really sank in and I broke down. I remember the student teacher being really confused as to why I was so upset since we were in Georgia.

I’m from New York (state). I have family in New York (city) and D.C, and an Uncle who worked for the Pentagon. He may have been retired at that point, I didn’t remember then either, so I rushed to the office and called my mom, who’d gotten ahold of Pentagon Uncle, but at that point not New York Uncle. My Uncle was fine, a very good friend of his and our families was not.

I remember the rest of the week was quiet. As in silent. People spoke in whispered speculations. I lived near a military base, so there was some fear that was a target. I remember teachers and parents and church leaders talking to kids a lot, trying to help them make sense of what had happened. I remember a lot of flags and patriotic clothing. I remember being told to make a silent prayer for the lost anytime I happened to glance at a clock at 9:11. The same thought, the same prayer goes through my mind every time I happen to look at a clock at that time without conscious thought. It’s an involuntary response now, so ingrained in habit.

I remember being reminded this was par for the course in other countries and we should be grateful it didn’t happen that much here.

I remember conspiracy theories, and glib questions about why we didn’t just bomb the middle east. I remember how weird it was knowing I’d stood on the razors edge of change and the ripples were endless. I lived near a military base, within a month everyone I knew knew someone Afghanistan. Our entire political climate changed, the way the news reported changed. Our vocabularies changed.  I remember how weird it was that something that didn’t affect me on much of a personal level (as compared to say, my Uncle) could change my entire world. I remember feeling a lot more connected to the people in my history book.

I remember a lot.

For all of the men and women killed that day and in the ripples that followed, for all the families and friends who lost someone. I remember. And I’m still so sorry for your loss.

Way Back Wednesday: Unsung Heroes

Okay, so one of my favorite advertising campaigns ever were the Budweiser Real Men of Genius commercials. They came out when I was in High School, and the instant popularity the ads gained with me and my friends is really odd considering 1) we didn’t drink (and you shouldn’t either young adult readers) and 2) when I did get old enough to drink, I still wouldn’t touch beer with a 10 foot pole.

But I digress. I had a friend who would make up songs set to the real men of genius tune about every day heroes and random objects. He’s probably why we found these ads so funny.

But anyway, I can imagine Charon coming up with random songs like this to describe the judges and the other essential Underworld faculty that didn’t get as much “screen time.”

For Real Friday: Beyond First Loves

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He didn’t ask for my keys, so I gathered he was too upset to drive as well. When I turned into a dirt lot behind an abandoned diner, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”

“Beyond the weirdness of you hooking up with my best friend’s mom?” I laughed.

Hades winced. “I—”

I shook my head. “Way before my time, I know. This isn’t you. It’s me. I may need a day or two to get the idea of you two out of my head—” I shuddered. “Gods, Hades. She’s so old!”

“She was thirty!”

“Yeah. That’s old. I know it’s stupid, but I always pictured the people you were with as my age, physically anyway.”

Hades snorted. “No. You’re absolutely the youngest person I’ve ever . . . ” He trailed off, as if he wasn’t certain what we’d done. What we were.

And wasn’t that the problem?

“There!” He pointed at me. “That! Right there. You only get that look when something’s bothering you.”

“What look?”

Hades narrowed his eyes and scrunched up his nose. I stared at him, horrified.

“I’m not getting it right.” He shrugged. “Just trust me. You have a look. So what’s wrong?”

I opened the door and stepped into the parking lot, dust rising with my footsteps as I made my way to the front of the car. His door creaked open. I leaned on the hood, staring at the burnt-out shell of the old diner. “I’m so mad at Mom that anything I say to you right now is going to sound angry. And I’m not angry with you. I’m not . . . I don’t know how I feel about . . . ugh.” I shuddered again, thinking of him and Minthe. “There’s just too much going on. I can’t sort out anything that’s going on in my head.”

The car dipped down when he sat beside me on the hood. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

A solitary car drove by, the headlights illuminating the scrawling weeds that had taken over the foundation of the old diner. I bit my lip. “Do you really want to do this right now? Let’s take a night. You’ve been through a lot. I’m all upset. Let’s decompress—”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want to do!” Hades pushed off the car. “I don’t want this to build up and become something bigger than it has to be. I’d rather clear the air, right here, right now. Get everything out in the open so I never have to think about her again.”

I blinked, unsure of how to respond to that. There was a whoosh as another car drove by. Hades waited until the sound faded before continuing. “I’ve spent so long feeling guilty about what happened to her. But she’s okay. Now I can put her behind me.” His hands fell down by his sides. “So please, tell me what’s bothering you.”

I closed my eyes. “This is going to sound so petty.”

“What?”

“You . . . and her . . . I mean you guys . . . ” Gods, I didn’t want to say it. I kicked at the dust, forcing the words from the throat. “Did you . . . ?”

“Does it matter?”

I gave him a look. “You’re the one who wanted to go down this road. I was willing to drop it.”

He grimaced. “You know the answer to that. I’ve always been upfront with you. I’m not going to spout some B.S. about how I’ve waited millennia for you. You weren’t on my radar. I never knew . . . ” He paused. “I didn’t know I could feel like this about another person.”

“And not just her,” I whispered. “There were others. Hera?”

He looked up at me. “We could do this all night, Persephone.” I winced. “But does it matter? Yes. There have been other women, but that doesn’t matter to me because they aren’t you.

~@~

One thing I had to be super clear on with Hades and Minthe is that there is no there there anymore. Ditto for anyone else he ever got together with. It’s a hard thing to set up, because in YA geared media and particular, if an ex is introduced a subplot involving that ex as a problem (either as a romantic interest, stalker, or antagonistic jerk) isn’t far behind. But life doesn’t always work that way.

Another reason why the whole ex thing is often problematic in YA media is the emphasis on firsts. It’s an understandable issue, because YA focuses on coming of age. It’s intended for an age group just starting to date. But there’s so many destined to be together, the only person I ever cared about, the only person I could ever truly love, fated story lines, that there’s an almost unhealthy fixation on meeting THE person you’re going to end up with first. Particularly for girls. And when that doesn’t work out, it can be really devastating because the narrative we’ve been given doesn’t back up that experience.

It can also cause a lot of friction when one person in a relationship has been in more relationships than the other. Especially when one of those people hasn’t been involved with anyone else. There’s a fear of comparison and again, that narrative backs up the fact that the other person’s exes may mean more to them than they say.

It’s okay to have been in more than one relationship, regardless of how serious. Every relationship is different and I promise, they aren’t all fated.

Way Back Wednesday: Fizzled Flames

Contrary to popular belief, amicable exes can be a thing. So can exes who don’t mean anything to each other anymore. Even without some horrible offense having ended the relationship. So some shout outs to a few YA geared books and movies showing that you can have an ex without having unresolved feelings for them. Even if they didn’t cheat or dump you in some kind of horrific way. Amicable exes are a thing. And their existence doesn’t make the next relationship less valuable.

Inu Yasha did a decent job with this, kind of? It’s complicated with all the reincarnation. In Yasha still cares about his ex, but nothing seems to indicate he’s still in love with her. They just don’t (always) want each other dead. But since both the love interests are kind of the same person, not exactly, but sort of….you know, it’s really complicated

Harry Potter dated Cho Chang for a short while, they broke up, and he eventually ended up with Ginny without a drop of negative narrative toward Cho or unfair comparisons for Ginny.

Song of the Lioness also handles exes well. I’m not going to give details for fear of spoilers. Just…go read everything by Tamora Pierce. Everything. You won’t regret it.

Dr. Who Rose and Micky had a pretty amicable break up, I mean there was angst, but never much tension.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer With the exception of one major ship, people moved on when they moved on.

Legend of Korra Though there is angst, no relationship devalues another.

Can you think of any other books or shows that handle exes well?