Hey guys. How's it going? Good? Me too. Two out of three down on the exams front, so I should have a bit more time to catch up here, and I feel like that's probably going to be necessary ...

... BECAUSE, you see, I am Medea. Yes, the enchantress who ran around murdering people for profit and vengeance, that's me. I would point out, however, that my beef was with Jason (two-timing JERK*) and not the gods. I'm not scum. Don't lynch me.


* If you're not familiar with the story, the most well known version goes like this: Jason was on a quest to steal the Golden Fleece from this king, who happened to have a daughter named Medea. Medea fell madly in love with Jason, and thus decided to use her magic powers to help Jason defeat the monsters guarding the Fleece and go back to Greece with him - turning against her family in process. She and Jason got married, and Medea continued to use her magic to help him get ahead. Then he decided that he loved someone else. Medea, naturally, found this upsetting. So she killed the new girl and her father, and then she killed her sons by Jason - just to piss him off.

I knew a really talented girl in high school who performed an amazing scene from Euripides' Medea for a theatre competition - the one where Jason confronts Medea after Glauce died and she reveals she killed their children. It was awesome. Anyway, at one point she tells Jason "I hated you more than I loved them," which is mostly what I was thinking of when I said my defining character trait was 'extreme passion.' Medea loved Jason so much she committed atrocities for him, and then once he turned on her shit really started going down.

So yeah, F-T's right, powerful women in ancient Greek myth don't get really the best ... reputation. But you know, I have a soft spot for Medea. She wasn't a seductress or a doormat. She was a badass. It's difficult to be a woman in a patriarchy, and Medea didn't let anybody push her around.

Also, I'm not scum. Did I mention that yet?