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Just finished reading Aeschylus's The Eumenides for my world lit class and... hooboy. It has lines like this:
(Clytemnestra's ghost, to the Furies) "Storm at him/ With hot blood-reeking blasts blown from your vaporous wombs
Okay, yes, periods are icky. But really? Really.
And then there's this:
(Apollo) "The mother is not the true parent of the child/ Which is called hers. She is a nurse who tends the growth/ Of young seed planted by its true parent, the male.
Not only are women just incubators, they don't even have a true connection with the kid!
What the fuck, Ancient Greece?
(Clytemnestra's ghost, to the Furies) "Storm at him/ With hot blood-reeking blasts blown from your vaporous wombs
Okay, yes, periods are icky. But really? Really.
And then there's this:
(Apollo) "The mother is not the true parent of the child/ Which is called hers. She is a nurse who tends the growth/ Of young seed planted by its true parent, the male.
Not only are women just incubators, they don't even have a true connection with the kid!
What the fuck, Ancient Greece?
