I got my rewritten paper back, and she gave me a C+ on it. I can live with that, it wasn’t the best or most thought out piece of work ever, anyway.

I got a B overall in the class. Sure, that destroys my chance of a 4.0 GPA, but then I realized what I realized back when I was an undergrad freshman: GPA is a load of bullshit anyway.

So, my F was transformed into a B. Happy Joy!

Are they actual monsters who murder, or just parasites living off our fear that will not actually harm us?

discuss.

if anyone ever tells you that you have a soul of a poet, I suggest selling it.

It’s the only way you’ll ever get any money out of it.

I’ll give you approximately $0.50 for it. That’s 10 times the going rate on wall street for souls. Let me know. I promise that it will only be used for good, and/or the occasional world destroying disaster.

I have no large issue when people do this, as it has been done for ages. My issue is when they do it poorly. I recently finished reading Her Kind: Women from Greek Mythology. This book takes old patriarchal versions of myths from Greece, and rewrites them from the women’s standpoints.

Cahill is, undoubtedly, a very skilled story teller and a respectable expert in the classics at University of Winnipeg.

What she is not: a good writer.

My problem with the stories is that they were told in all the same style. There were no differences in the voice of the teller, and Cahill used similar metaphors, devices and structure in each of the tales. Bleh. There’s no skill when you do it that way, and it is boring and repetitive to read over 200 pages of supposedly different tales.

Cahill tries to match up with the old retellers of myth such as Homer, Hesiod and Ovid with this book, and she fails completely. She tries to match their tone, but it falls short due to the extreme modernization of the views embraced by her(Jocasta knows it is Oedipus, Althaea kills Meleager not out of jealousy but out of anger with him for killing her brothers whom she had never met before, and others), and those views do NOT match the tone she sets.

As well, she seems set on trying to explain the tales of the gods away. Children are not the sons of gods, but of dalliances by the women in the tale with mortal men(be they relatives or what not), transformations into other forms are explained in notes on the story in terms of perplexity, for Cahill wonders how she is to deal with such things in the modern time when it is known that they do not happen.

My readers who are feminists may want to pick up this book, it is decent in that regard. It does offer interesting takes on what would happen if women were to write the myths, or if they were told from the women’s viewpoint. The rest of the people though, will slog their way through this uninspired and boring book without taking much away from it, besides the wish to read the myths in their original magic form.

note to anyone who goes to the ER:

don’t watch a show that has sirens going every thirty seconds. No one else wants to watch or listen as someone watches minorities and white trash getting busted in their skivvies.

More importantly, no one wants to put up with those stupid sirens.

I realize you THINK that you walk a lonely road, the only one you’ve ever known, but that is a blatant lie. We all walk it with you at least 5 times between the hours of 2 and 5 on VH1. You don’t walk alone, walk alone.

So shut the hell up and quit whining because ever since you hit the big time I honestly doubt that you’ve had to walk a dark road alone. Especially when you’ve got all those cool cars, and in all probability, the road side assistance clause in your auto insurance.