CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-ONE
“I have a question,” Jill’s sister, Candy’s adopted daughter asked.
“Yes, Kimber,” Heather said.
“Why are Greek Goddesses so hysterical?” Kimber asked.
“This was my friend Tanesha’s complaint about Greek Goddesses,” Heather said with a smile.
“How are Goddesses hysterical?” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” asked.
“They’re always upset with their cheating guys,” Kimber said. “They take it out on the other women rather than kicking that cheating asshole to the curb. That Zeus, for example. Why didn’t someone stop him from raping their daughters? I mean, they are Goddesses — with powers and shit.”
“Don’t swear,” the teacher said.
“She gets what I mean,” Kimber said.
Heather and her grandmother looked at each other. Heather nodded to agree that her grandmother would answer the question.
“My first response is to ask you why you think that they didn’t stop him?” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” asked.
Kimber started to speak but Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” held up her hand.
“Because Men wrote the stories,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said.
“Men knew how to write so they did the writing,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “It’s as simple as that. They didn’t see the brutality of some behavior because it didn’t affect them directly. They saw any action by a Goddess as ‘hysterical’ or ‘jealous’ rather than natural logical consequences.”
Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” nodded.
“You might also want to look a little more closely,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “Female Goddesses have tasks that usually relate to the world of women. Hera, for example, was responsible for the welfare of women and children, including weddings. Ever been to a wedding that wasn’t sheer madness? When would she have had the time to chase after her crazy husband?”
The class tittered with uncomfortable laughter.
“One last thing to think about before we get started,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “The HIStory of men is easily found. It was written by men usually about men, certainly from a male perspective. How else do we know what men did?”
“They built monuments?” Charlie asked.
“Exactly,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “Anything else?”
“They waged wars,” Ivy said. “So you get arrows and flint and … They even hunted big animals. I mean that was before the Greeks but …”
“Seems like men leave lasting monuments to their existence,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “What do women leave behind?”
No one said anything. The silence lagged.
“Nothing,” snorted a boy in the back.
Everyone laughed. Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” grinned.
“Thank you for sharing this common perception,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “I will counter your point by saying very simply this — men build monuments out of stone. Women build people.”
No one said anything for a moment. Even the teacher seemed a little stunned.
“You are the monument to the women of Ancient Greece,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “You are the end result of generations of women’s hard work and resilience.”
“Women don’t have to build obvious monuments out of stone or steel,” Heather said. “Every single person is an enduring monument to some of the achievements of women.”
“Yes,” Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” said. “Your birth is only one part of a woman’s achievement. Only a part.”
Aphrodite disguised as “Agnes” gave a clear nod. No one in the class responded. The teacher cleared his throat.
“After those profound thoughts,” the teacher said. “Shall we talk about the six types of love as defined by the Ancient Greeks?”
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