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miriam_eHey, y'know how most legends have some truth at their origin? Well, I have always had this horrible feeling about the legend of Medusa.
Imagine that there is a brilliant woman who creates sculptures. She lives with her sisters (or girlfriends) on an island in the Mediterranean, where she works creating wonderful statues. She is possibly from the African continent and braids her hair with brightly colored string in the manner of some people there.
One day a young adventurer named Perseus, big on muscle, but short on brains, comes to the island, having heard of the legends of the woman-monsters with snakes for hair that dwell there. He believes the silly stories that they can turn people to stone with a look, in fact he sees plenty of "evidence" of it in the many sculptures there.
Medusa is rather amused to see this dumb, young, musclebound clod walking backwards up from the shore toward her looking in the reflection of his shone-up shield... until he decapitates her with a sudden swing of his sword.
The stupid superstitious shit kills a talented sculptress and goes down in history as some kind of hero.
Imagine that there is a brilliant woman who creates sculptures. She lives with her sisters (or girlfriends) on an island in the Mediterranean, where she works creating wonderful statues. She is possibly from the African continent and braids her hair with brightly colored string in the manner of some people there.
One day a young adventurer named Perseus, big on muscle, but short on brains, comes to the island, having heard of the legends of the woman-monsters with snakes for hair that dwell there. He believes the silly stories that they can turn people to stone with a look, in fact he sees plenty of "evidence" of it in the many sculptures there.
Medusa is rather amused to see this dumb, young, musclebound clod walking backwards up from the shore toward her looking in the reflection of his shone-up shield... until he decapitates her with a sudden swing of his sword.
The stupid superstitious shit kills a talented sculptress and goes down in history as some kind of hero.