For Real Friday: Dads are not inept at parenting

Seriously, this trend of the idiot, useless, hopeless without his wife to help him, dad needs to die. It’s damaging to both genders.

For starters, it adds to the superwoman mythos. Mom has to do everything because Dad is incapable of helping. Also, Mom should settle for a braindead idiot despite the fact that she looks like a super model and is literally the only thing keeping her family going. Seriously TV Moms, raise your standards.

Secondly, it’s damaging to men. It perpetuates this myth that once men become fathers and leave the glory days behind they become useless. That they can’t take on parenting roles and that they are somehow less of a parent than Mom is.

My husband is absolutely an equal partner in raising my daughter. But he gets praise for taking my daughter to the park. My husband is absolutely an equal partner in raising my daughter, but he gets critiqued for requesting her birthday off or making the time to be there for ballet recitals.

Dads are not idiots. And this father’s day, let’s remember that.

Way Back Wednesday: Awesome Dads

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Unlike children who grew up on Greek Myths, the media had no shortage of amazing father figures when I was little. Here are a few of my three favorites in no particular order.

Hank Hill

He’s not the brightest crayon in the box and it’s kind of hysterical how much children mystify him, but he just seemed like a really good man.

Red Foreman

At first I kind of hated him and thought he was verbally abusive, but he grew on me.

Mr. Feeny.

Mr. Matthews belongs on this list too, but Mr. Feeny was an amazing father figure/grandfather figure/teacher on that show. He was magical and amazing. I can prove it.

Picture this, it’s my sophomore year in high school and I’m taking American History. The teacher pops in an incredibly boring looking movie about the declaration of independence. Everyone is staring down at their desks not so subtly playing on phones, or reading, or doing homework for other classes. And then, all at once we hear a familiar voice.

“MR. FEENY!” Comes the collective shrieking of every person in the class. Instantly riveted. Literally. The entire class.

That is how powerful Mr. Feeny is.

Who is your favorite fictional dad?

For Real Friday: Jealous, Crazy Women

I changed my mind, I am going to do a for real Friday this week. We’ll finish up the Psyche myth next week.

So the jealous/Crazy women thing. I don’t mean the issue is women who are jealous. I mean the insane way that society bends over backward to label the reasons behind a woman’s actions as jealously. Seriously. Psyche’s sisters go to see their prophetically doomed sister in a creepy abandoned castle that talks and has the ability to possess inanimate objects and make them dance and learn that their youngest sister has never seen their husband. This freaks them out.

They must be jealous.

I mean, really? Attributing a woman’s actions to irrational feelings instead of you know, really apparent reasons, is a major issue women still face. We have to be calm, cool, and collected full time because if we seem even a little upset when we make the point that you know, maybe our sister should be concerned about the possessed silverware, we’re seen as being “crazy.”

Crazy is a problem. And its used to invalidate and silence women every day. This idea has permeated every inch of our culture and in all seriousness, it needs to stop.

Psyche looks upon Cupid’s face

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Once Psyche was happy and settled into her new life, her two sisters payed her a visit. Supposedly they were seized with jealousy when they saw their sister so happy, so they chatted her ear off about how weird it was that she hasn’t seen her husband’s face.

I take issue with Greek Mythology reducing absolutely every female emotion down to either blinding love or extreme jealousy, so I have another take. Remember that prophecy we talked about last week? The one that said Psyche would marry a serpent who would turn upon her and eat her and her child? I think maybe, just maybe, they were worried about THAT.

Psyche, saw the logic in their very logical concern and was more than likely a bit worried about that herself, so she waited until her husband fell asleep one night and lit a lamp. He ends up being SO beautiful that she jerked back with surprise and scratched her skin on one of the arrows he apparently leaves lying around in dark rooms. Cause that’s safe. (In all seriousness, what if she hadn’t been trying to look at him? What if she needed to go to the restroom, or hello, pregnant woman, walk around.) When she jerked back, the oil from the lamp spilled on Cupid, startling him awake. He flew away, leaving a very confused, very enchanted wife.

Panicked, Psyche visited her sisters and tells them the entire story. NOW they might be jealous about how their sister married a god, because they do something stupid. They offered themselves to Cupid by throwing themselves off a cliff in hopes Zephyrs delivers them to his castle like he did for their sister.

Instead they both fell to their death.

Psyche visited temple after temple, appeasing goddess after goddess in search of her love. But as much as Ceres and Juno are super grateful she cleaned their temples, they didn’t want to get into the middle of this. Psyche eventually got the hint and headed to a temple of Aphrodite.

Aphrodite is not her biggest fan, so she assigns Psyche a series of tasks to perform to earn her maybe son/ maybe primordial deity back. More on that Friday.

For Real Friday: The Short End of the Stick

I had a lengthy blog for this and it’s just gone for no apparent reason, so this is going to be short and sweet.

While Cerberus was often misaligned in fiction, he was at least a fictional dog, unlike bully breeds and black dogs. Black dog syndrome is when dogs take longer to get adopted because they are black dogs. Bully Breeds are often put to death out of fear right off the bat before even being put up for adoption. Don’t discriminate against dogs. Dead puppies are sad no matter what their breed or color.

Way Back Wednesday: Cerberus

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Cerberus has made his way through a lot of retellings and even popped up in some unexpected places. Here are the three that had the biggest impact on me.

Hercules

No surprise there.

Full Metal Alchemist

Nina made me think of Cerberus for some reason, which is probably why I couldn’t write a scene where Cerberus was actually present. Have I mentioned yet how much the Nina thing traumatized me?

Fluffy!

Did they not do an awesome job on Fluffy in Harry Potter the movie?

For Real Friday: Working with Horrible People

l-88387In Venus and Adonis, Aphrodite has to work closely with Poseidon to solve the mystery of the missing demigods. Poseidon is a terrible guy who has done terrible things, but he’s also Aphrodite’s best shot of finding the missing demigods before it’s too late. This is a rather extreme example of an all too common problem people face every day.

At some point in everyone’s life, you find yourself working with a horrible person. What makes that person horrible varies. It could be they did some terrible, unforgivable thing like Poseidon. It could be that their morals directly oppose yours. It could be that they are just a horrible person to be around. Whatever the reason, you find yourself stuck with them. How do you manage that situation without compromising your integrity.

You can’t walk away. Not every time. You also can’t treat the person like they’ve got some kind of communicable disease because at the end of the day, the way you treat them says more about you than the other way around. Harping on whatever it is about them that you disagree with isn’t going to change them, so again, that says more about you than it does about them.

It sucks, but you have to smile and be polite and do whatever it is that you’re stuck doing until its over. You can check out this article for more tips.

Way Back Wednesday: Water Powers

I’m going to be honest. I was so heavily inspired by the water bending in Avatar that I’m not sure much else could have influenced Poseidon’s powers. Avatar was on every day after school for years of my younger life. If you haven’t seen that series, watch it. Plot and character development wise, it’s perfect. The magic system and world building is also just incredible.

So, since I’ve just got that one example, here’s a bonus scene from Venus and Adonis so you can see Poseidon’s powers in play.

*Spoiler Warning if you haven’t read the first three books**

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The passengers raised their arms in unison and slashed at the shield, the strobe lights turning the fluid motion jerky. The shield shuddered, but held. Without the weapons none of them would look particularly threatening. The boy in the middle barely looked old enough to have gotten in the door of the club. He had shaggy brown hair, wore jeans, a blue cotton t-shirt and sneakers. Next to him stood an out of place looking man with a comb over, glasses, and a tacky brown suit. My mind latched onto these details like they mattered. My gaze slid to the next passenger, a brunette in a striking hot pink dress, then to the man with black hair, thick, black-rimmed glasses, khakis, and blue collared shirt.

I suppressed a hysterical giggle, inexplicably reminded of characters in different cell phone and computer ads.

“Your kind aren’t welcome here,” Verizon Wireless hissed, pushing his glasses up his nose with his index finger. Mac and PC stepped around him, Olympian Steele gripped tight in their hands. I couldn’t take my eyes off the glittering stakes.

Poseidon let out a string of curses that would shock any sailor. “Get behind me.” He had to shout to be heard over the music. He held out a hand, ready to push me back if I didn’t comply. His trident appeared in his other hand with a flash of gold so bright in the darkness that I found myself blinking away sparkling dots. “And get ready to run.”

“Run?” I demanded. “Why can’t we teleport?” Poseidon could grant me authorization in a second.

“And leave your demigod as collateral?”

I laced my voice with as much sarcasm as I could. “We could always go get him.

T-Mobile attacked first, with all the grace of a zombie. She leapt forward, hacking and slashing at the air with the Olympian Steele before she even got within a foot of Poseidon. She was trying to miss. The flashing lights illuminated a wild struggle in her dark eyes that told me she was resisting the charm as best she could, but what hope could a mere mortal have over a divine force of will?

“And risk porting straight into a trap?” Poseidon dodged her with ease, then seemed to remember me and threw himself between the two of us, trident whirling to block her Steele. ”

Damn it, Poseidon had a point. You couldn’t shield yourself while teleporting. We might be able to throw up a shield the second we arrived but we’d at least be vulnerable for a second.

“We’re dealing with this now,” Poseidon declared.

I summoned my charm, gritting my teeth against the pain that ripped through my stomach thanks to my proximity to Poseidon. The charm slid off the passengers like water. Swallowing hard, I stepped back, bumping into a barstool. Run? From humans? How screwed up was that? Of course, the weapons in their hands that could kill us with a single scratch did tip the scales a bit.

I threw up a shield, power flaring to life within me. Gods, that hurt. Gritting my teeth, I ignored the gut-wrenching pain and pushed the shield at the charmed passengers just as Mac joined the fray, Steele shattering my shield in a second.

I froze. Fighting wasn’t in my skill set. Unlike Persephone, I’d never seen the point in spending my spare time learning self-defense or honing my powers so I’d be ready for a combat situation. My charm could quell even gods. Why would I ever need anything more than that?

Poseidon shoved me to the side, intercepting the Steele with his trident. PC leapt to Mac’s aid, slashing at Poseidon with the Steele, but Poseidon sent him flying into the bar, crashing into a wall of bottles with enough force to shatter them. PC hit the ground with a thud, alcohol and glass raining around him. The bartender, unperturbed, kept pouring drinks. What the hell? A quick glance around me confirmed everyone else was still dancing. Was everyone charmed? Holy hell, what kind of power were we dealing with?

Don’t just stand there! I commanded myself. Do something. Taking a deep breath, I tuned out the pulsing music and concentrated. With effort, I picked out several more charmed passengers as well as a shield enveloping the entire bar. “Poseidon, break the shield!”

A wave of power swelled from Poseidon. The shield shattered. My stomach wrenched as I blanketed the room with charm in a desperate bid to gain control of the passengers before they panicked and fled the bar. They could come in handy.

Gods! The effort of channeling my powers had me doubling over in agony.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed past the pain, concentration breaking when another passenger lunged at me, knocking me to the floor. Rolling out of the way, I slid across shattered glass. The broken bottles sliced my skin. I leapt to my feet. The uncharmed passengers, suddenly aware of the fight in their midst, screamed and rushed toward the door. “Crap!” Pushing past the pain, I refocused my power on the crowd as the music shut off and regular, fluorescent lights flickered on.

“Are you cut?” Poseidon spared me a glance, throwing up a shield to gain the half-second to determine whether or not I was all right.

“Not by Steele.” Taking a deep breath, I forced my charm to take hold of the other passengers. “Help me!”

The bar came to life as passengers threw themselves in between me and the Steele wielding zombies.

“Go!” Poseidon shouted, trident swinging in a wild arc. T-Mobile ducked around the blow, slashing at Poseidon, but got intercepted by a crew-member acting under the influence of my charm. I ran, Poseidon on my heels. The crowd split in front of me, forming a narrow hallway that closed behind us as we ran. A living shield.

Scattered within the crowd I could pick out the passengers that weren’t under my control just waiting for us to get close enough to strike. “Red dress! Glasses! Waitress behind the table!” I shouted warnings to Poseidon as soon as I picked out the passengers who would attack, glancing back to gauge his success.

Poseidon’s trident flashed. Now I understood why Demeter and Hades had been so determined to get him on their side against Zeus. Poseidon wasn’t just powerful. He fought in a way most gods were too complacent to even consider. I couldn’t tell where his powers stopped and his physical prowess began. A flash of green lightning erupted from the trident, followed by a punch, a kick, a shield inverted around a passenger to restrain them. He seemed to be everywhere at once until they tried to strike back, and then he was nowhere. “You’re incredible!” I hadn’t meant to speak out loud, and by rights I shouldn’t have even been audible over the fight, but somehow Poseidon still heard and flashed me a grin.

“You sound surprised. I thought that was common knowledge.” His grin faded. “Watch out!”

I ducked as another charmed passenger broke through the crowd, slashing at the place I’d been with the shimmering stake. Poseidon was there in a flash. The passenger went flying into the wall as limp as a rag doll.

We broke free of the bar and dashed through a hallway decorated to resemble the night sky. If anyone thought it odd that we were running like our lives depended on it, I didn’t notice. “Where are we going?” I cried.

“Water.”

Right. I veered toward the atrium as the hall opened up into a lobby full of gift-shops, tables, and photographers posing random passengers in front of pretty backdrops. The charmed passengers were right on our heels. “This way!” I cried, rushing across the atrium and up the curved, golden staircase.

I shrieked as a hand closed around my ankle and yanked me down the steps. For a second, all I could focus on was the Olympian Dagger centimeters from my face. The weapon didn’t move. My gaze shifted up the arm of the passenger carrying the Steele. His face contorted in a grimace of agony. With a violent jerk he was flung off of me, and slammed into the wall by an invisible force.

“What?” Leaping to my feet, I found Poseidon, one arm up as he cast and recast a shield to keep the passengers at bay almost as fast as they slashed through it, the other arm stretched toward the man, trident extended. “How did you do that?” Telekinesis was not in our skill set.

“Salt water,” Poseidon panted, the strain from casting a new shield every time the Steele broke through his existing one and doing whatever the hell he’d just done to that passenger evident on his face. “Run!”

I scrambled up the steps, mind reeling. There were whispers, rumors, that the original six were capable of manipulating the human body via built in fail-safes. A control for each god. Water for Poseidon, trace minerals from the earth for Demeter, and the four aspects of the soul, living and dead, for the rest. But I’d only heard rumors. Precious little information about human creation had passed down the bloodlines.

And no one could say for certain whether those same controls were built into us. Forget that for now! How have you not been cut? I’d been knocked over, pushed, and outright missed a statistically improbable number of times not to have sustained a single injury from the Olympian Daggers.

This fight didn’t make sense. I’d been on this ship surrounded by these people for the last day and a half. Why not take me out then?

Maybe I’m not the target.

What if I was just in the way? Poseidon was the one they addressed at the beginning of the fight. He’d been behind a shield almost the entire time he’d been on board. Maybe they’d attacked like this because taking down his shield would be noticeable no matter what they did. If you can’t go for surprise, go for strength?

I burst through the exterior door and slammed into the railing, gasping for breath.

“Stay against the rail.” Poseidon instructed, sliding to halt in front of me. He drew in a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Here?” I took a nervous look around. The bit of deck we occupied reminded me of a sidewalk. The narrow strip of white wooden planks and painted metal rails ran parallel to the main lobby, separated by windows and glass doors. The charmed passengers stood in an open doorway, hacking at Poseidon’s shield. If we kept running down this deck, we’d be at the pool. I could hear Caribbean music and laughter coming from that crowd. What if they were armed too? I glanced at the exterior steps, wondering if we had time to make it up one more deck.

“Here.” Poseidon’s shield broke and I felt the power ricochet back to him. “Can you break the charm?”

I hesitated. I’d never succeeded in freeing Persephone from Zeus’ charm, no matter how hard I’d tried. And I’d tried hard. But I’d gotten enough practice in to have plenty of theories for how breaking charm could be done. “I can try.”

Poseidon nodded. “Try then. I’d rather not have to kill anyone.”

“Really?” It wasn’t like I thought Poseidon enjoyed death and violence…much, but I hadn’t expected him to care one way or another about whether the people attacking us lived or died. I was a bit surprised he hadn’t just sunk the whole ship the moment they attacked.

Poseidon shrugged, and added. “I don’t want to give Hades any excuse to come to my realm.”

Right. Gods had to respond to divine causes of death. Figures that’s what Poseidon would be worried about right now. The sea god turned to the door the passengers would come through any second. “I’ll buy you as much time as I can. You may want to duck.”

I dropped to my knees, hands going over my head as a wall of water rushed above me, whipping around the deck as the charmed passengers poured through the doorway.

Go inside, nothing to see here. My stomach twisted as I let that command blanket the ship, fueling the order with every bit of power I could manage. Get to your room and stay there until morning.

The effort of maintaining hold of so many passengers twisted my stomach into painful knots. Oh gods, this hurts! Water roared around me, disrupting my concentration. Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited until I could sense the passengers under my control retreat all across the ship. I imagined doors closing, and gave them a few seconds to get settled, making sure to leave a strong desire imprinted in their minds to stay put until sunup before releasing them from my charm. Even out of my control they would most likely obey the subconscious command. Now I could assume that anyone out and about was against us.

I narrowed my focus, ignoring the passengers who I could influence in favor of those who were under foreign control. They were all headed toward this deck.

How many in total? I gave up counting at thirty and shifted my focus to the eight fighting Poseidon.

I could sense the charm holding them, but something about the power signature seemed off. Charm was like a thread of power extending from god to man. A thread. But the charm holding the humans hostage wasn’t a solitary thread but many weaving together like a rope.

“There’s more than one controller,” I realized.

“What?” Poseidon shouted.

My answer got swallowed in the roar of the water. PC lunged at Poseidon, but was whipped away by the current. The water animated and whirled around Poseidon, suspended in the air like the arms of an octopus, lashing out every time one of the passengers got too close. But he wouldn’t be able to keep up the fight forever. I gritted my teeth and focused on gathering more power.

We weren’t dealing with another deity like me or some super-charged Titan. What was it Hades told me Zeus had said? “You think you saved the world by killing me, but you’ve doomed it. What’s coming is worse. And Hades, they’re armed.”

They’re armed. Plural. This was a group. An army even.

I kept my eyes closed, tuning out the screams, grunts, and occasional flashes of green lightning to separate each power signature I found connected to one of the charmed passengers. The threads of power were braided together in an intricate chain of charm.

But the woman in the pink dress did fight the foreign control. Maybe she wasn’t the only one. I opened my eyes for a second. The jerky movements of the passengers confirmed my theory. Gritting my teeth against the gut-wrenching pain that came with using my powers so close to Poseidon, I focused on a single thread of charm, ignoring the rest of the rope for now.

The individual threads were weak.

“Aphrodite!” Poseidon snapped. “Any time now!”

More passengers joined the battle. I hadn’t opened my eyes to check, but I could sense them. How many? Ten? Twelve? “I’m trying!” I focused on channeling my power through the gaps between threads of charm. Sweat bathed my face. Using my powers shouldn’t hurt this much.

Almost got it. I pushed at the gaps, pouring more and more power into the effort.

My stomach lurched. It was a good thing I was already sitting down, because there was no way I’d still be on my feet otherwise.

I felt the charm controlling them snap and my eyes flew open. “Got it!” I called triumphantly. “I–” I broke off with a gasp. The passengers hung suspended in a wall of water before Poseidon.

For Real Friday: Manipulation

“You think you changed?” Poseidon laughed, and moved toward me, the filtered lights making the sea god look like he was moving in stop motion. “Why? Because you rebelled against Zeus?”

“I was created to be loyal to him,” I pointed out. “So…yeah. I’d say I’ve got some experience with change.”

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“No, he created you to have to be obedient to him.”

I tilted my head, not sure what he was getting at with the distinction and he laughed again.

“It never occurred to you to wonder why he didn’t bother to make you want to obey?” Smug, self-satisfaction permeated the sea god’s voice.

Where was Poseidon going with this? “Because he was a heartless bastard that didn’t care what I wanted? Why bother with the extra effort of–“

“What? Ensuring you wouldn’t spend every waking moment of your life trying to find a way around how he’d made you? You think that would be more work?” He smirked and shook his head as though astounded by my stupidity. “He gave you a personality, Aphrodite. He didn’t even have to bother with that. You were disposable to him; he could have made you an empty shell. Do you actually think the personality that you got was an accident?”

“I–” I broke off, drawing back. I hadn’t thought of that. “What?” I shook my head, trying to dispel the horrible suspicion forming there. “Stop it.”

“He liked a challenge.” The colored strobe lights glittered against Poseidon’s teeth. “Even when he had a sure thing. Unquestioning compliance would have bored Zeus, and you–“

“Stop!” I stepped away from Poseidon, back coming up against the shield, but he bridged the distance, his words filling in blanks I didn’t want filled.

Poseidon gripped my arm so hard I saw stars. “You’re nothing but Zeus’ plaything. You haven’t changed, Aphrodite.” He gave me a rough shake and I cried out in pain. “You did exactly what you were designed to do. He just never anticipated losing, and, don’t flatter yourself, you had nothing to do with that, either. He lost because he didn’t see Demeter’s sacrifice coming.”

“I said stop it!” I tried to pull my arm free, my shriek surprising even me. It wasn’t until clarity dawned in Poseidon’s expression that I realized how befuddled he’d looked before. He let me go so fast I stumbled into the shield that surrounded us. “Aphrodite, I’m–“

“Don’t!” I backpedaled to the side and away from him in a futile attempt find a weak spot in his shield, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “You’re–” I tried to say ‘wrong,’ but the word wouldn’t form. No, no! I wouldn’t believe him! I tried again. “Everything you just said is– You’re just–“

Poseidon lowered the shield and I fell backward, crashing to the floor. “That wasn’t about you. I–“

“You’re scum!” I scrambled to my feet, cradling my arm. The people near me stopped dancing. “Persephone was right about you. You’re nothing but slime.” I turned and stumbled out of the club, shoving past people until I could break into a run. When I reached the door to my suite, I stopped, realizing I didn’t have a key.

“Come on!” I slammed against the door over and over again. He was wrong. Poseidon was wrong; there was nothing more to it. He didn’t know what he was talking about. He’d never been in my head. He didn’t know what it was like day in and day out fighting every instinct Zeus had given me.

But I was letting Zeus define me. I let the things he’d done control my reactions. He pushed left so I moved right. In the end, everything I did still led back to him.

“No!”

“Aphrodite?” A hand touched my shoulder.

I jumped with a shriek, backing into the door with enough force to hurt, hand poised on the knob like I had any prayer of opening it. When I registered Adonis standing there, I went limp against the door, hand to my chest, struggling to draw breath into my lungs. “Don’t do that.”

“Are you okay?” Adonis’ gaze latched on to my arm, which was fast turning into a mottled purple mess, and he hissed. “Did Poseidon do that? Why isn’t it healing?”

“I can’t–” I gasped again. “I can’t breathe.”

“Here.” Adonis unlocked the door and reached for me, but I jerked away from him.

“Don’t!” I stumbled into the room. “Oh gods, he’s right,” I realized, voice breaking. I stepped out of my shoes, moving on autopilot into dark the room, stopping when I reached the half-wall that separated the kitchen and dining room. “He’s absolutely right. He could have made me love him.”

“What? Aphrodite, what happened back there? What did Poseidon do?” Adonis followed me, stopping just short of the kitchen wall. “Hang on.” He flipped a switch and light flooded the suite. “Did he–“

“Zeus could have made me love him.” The flat of my hands pressed against the countertop. I stood hunched over, elbows locked, hair falling in my face as I stared down at the matte, white surface breathing hard. “He could have just made me.”

“That would have been horrible.” The confusion in Adonis’ voice would have been comic under any different circumstances. “But I don’t see what–“

“I could have been happy.” A sob worked its way up my throat.

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Manipulation plays a pretty big part in the Persephone trilogy. The most overt example is charm, but its there in other ways. Demeter doesn’t have charm and can’t even lie, yet she still manipulates Persephone into thinking she’s heard one fact over another.

Charm, mind-control, and the like have been in fiction for as long as we’ve been telling stories, and as I’ve said so many times before, to learn a societies fears, read their fiction. Mind control is a pretty interesting case of this though because on the one hand we’re afraid of it and on the other hand there’s this air of inevitability behind it. Manipulation is a part of life. We like to call it socialization even. It’s not always a bad thing. If humans didn’t react to things in the predictable ways they did, culture and society wouldn’t exist.

Because it’s sometimes benevolent, you might not think of it as mind control, but it fits every aspect of what we’ve created in fiction. Here’s a tongue in cheek article that goes into it more than I particularly want to, but in summary….

We’re socialized from a very young age into accepting certain rules and standards as right and wrong. I’m not just talking about morals, if someone looks into your eyes in passing for more than five seconds, your social response is to be creeped the frick out. That’s not an instinct you’re born with. We’ve been socialized to react that way.

On the darker side, politicians play on emotions to gain your vote. Stories, real and otherwise, are framed in such a way that they control how you sympathize with the people within them. Language is power and make no mistake it is deftly wielded. I mean, market research exists. The purpose of that is solely to determine how to best manipulate people into wanting a product or to keep watching a show or to feel a certain way toward a certain thing. It is so well known that we play on peoples emotions and manipulate their thinking that no one really thinks about it, its a given.

So what makes manipulation and mind control so much more frightening in fiction? Personalization. Unless you’re talking overt mind-slaves like POD people, large scale mind control in fiction just doesn’t have the same kick to it as that creepy guy behind the secure door in the prison who somehow talks people into blowing their own brains out just by talking to them. Knowing the Master hypnotized everyone into voting for Saxon is somehow not as terrifying as Ella, a girl who *has* to follow orders being ordered to be happy (not act happy, BE happy).  There’s something sinister about the personalization of manipulation. That’s why gas-lighting someone is pretty universally considered a reprehensible thing, but the existence of commercials…not so much.

What do you think makes mind control scary and why is it different than the subtle and not so subtle ways we’re already controlled?

Way Back Wednesday: Mind Control

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Charm, compulsion or some variation of mind control, has been around since the days of bards. The list of shows or books or movies that used mind control as a plot device when I was growing up are endless. My version of charm could literally have been inspired by any show ever. It’s that huge of a plot device in modern culture, and for good reason. It’s terrifying. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, if you want to know what a society fears, look at their stories. We don’t like losing control. We don’t like being made to do something. And deep down, we’re a little afraid that we might not realize we’re being manipulated into doing something that goes against our best interests.

Aladdin

The earliest memory I have of mind manipulation as a plot device is Aladdin. In retrospect, Jafar’s ability to hypnotize people didn’t bother me nearly enough as a child. But I guess it helps that he had some pretty severe limits. It’s heavily implied his powers only work on the weak willed as we never see Aladdin or Jasmine controlled in the way the Sultan was. And the Sultan could break free if something was shocking enough.

Vampire Diaries

The books, not the series. It’s worth noting the series’ way of portraying compulsion with the pupils widening and such happened well after Persephone was written. Not suggesting they copied me, like I said, mind control is a pretty standard trope and even the eyes widening is fairly common place, just pointing out that I didn’t lift charm that overtly. The book version of compulsion was subtler, but it was there and it was pretty cool, though like Jafar, there were some hefty limits so it wasn’t as scary as it could have been.

Star Wars

These are not the droids you’re looking for.

Ella Enchanted

The book, not the movie which should have been named something else with a tagline that proclaimed it was inspired by the novel Ella Enchanted, not that it was in any way, shape, or form, a film version of the book because the book and the movie had nothing in common with the book except the name and even thinking about the movie gets me so angry, which is a shame because if the movie had been named something else, I’d probably love it. *deep breath* Sorry for the run-on. But good lord, that movie…

Anyway, the Ogres in Ella Enchanted had hypnotic voices and could literally convince their food (people) to cook themselves.

There are more exampled. Hundreds upon thousands of them. What ways have you seen charm used in popular culture?