Of fire, Greeks, and Genus Panthera
It's fascinating how similar a group of people can be.
Take red-blooded males of the heterosexual persuasion, for example.
They say man created fire, but looking at man, I'm not so sure. Men hardly dare approach fire, most flee in the opposite direction as soon as they catch a whiff of smoke. Some prefer admiring its destructive beauty from afar, others dabble with it to prove themselves. The latter will confront only two possible outcomes:
(1) They get burned and jerk back, having learned their lesson
or
(2) They fool around with it until it has swollen to hellish proportions, at which point everything surrounding them is consumed.
Therefore, it must be women who created fire, because women ARE fire. That's right Prometheus, you conceited ingrate, I went there.
Men fear power, especially when it's in woman's hands. They're inevitably attracted, like a mindless moth, and either narrowly escape on a whim of Lady Luck's or burn in the flames: they cannot control it.
So how many have there been since YOU, darling? Let me count the days... I mean really, I can't believe it even SURPRISES me anymore. They're behavior all follows the same deluded, illogical, patterns of a hyperactive three-year-old: they like me, but they're intimidated.
A declawed jaguar is still a jaguar, I suppose.
Take red-blooded males of the heterosexual persuasion, for example.
They say man created fire, but looking at man, I'm not so sure. Men hardly dare approach fire, most flee in the opposite direction as soon as they catch a whiff of smoke. Some prefer admiring its destructive beauty from afar, others dabble with it to prove themselves. The latter will confront only two possible outcomes:
(1) They get burned and jerk back, having learned their lesson
or
(2) They fool around with it until it has swollen to hellish proportions, at which point everything surrounding them is consumed.
Therefore, it must be women who created fire, because women ARE fire. That's right Prometheus, you conceited ingrate, I went there.
Men fear power, especially when it's in woman's hands. They're inevitably attracted, like a mindless moth, and either narrowly escape on a whim of Lady Luck's or burn in the flames: they cannot control it.
So how many have there been since YOU, darling? Let me count the days... I mean really, I can't believe it even SURPRISES me anymore. They're behavior all follows the same deluded, illogical, patterns of a hyperactive three-year-old: they like me, but they're intimidated.
A declawed jaguar is still a jaguar, I suppose.