All I can think about when I hear the name, ‘Ishtar,’ in today’s terms is: lying, conniving, scheming, manipulative, devious, deceitful _______(insert not so nice name here…or another name for ‘female dog’ with its connotative meaning.).
Yes. Ishtar, the goddess, is the behind-the-times version of a modern not-so-likable woman.
First, she randomly goes to Gilgamesh and expresses her desires for him with no sense of pride. Its like, she might as well say, “You killed that evil beast, and so even thought I barely know you and the reasoning behind me doing all of this Is because you shone like a man and killed this bad guy, will you sleep with me?” Now, if that’s not self-deprecating enough, she has to go all ninja/ psycho-ex-girlfriend on his ass and hire Bull of Heaven to go beat him up, a bare hint from killing him, all because he had enough sense to say NO.
Seriously, the girl is crazy enough to want to kill a guy for turning her down, but not enough to go kill him herself? So she has to hire the Bull of Heaven to do her own dirty work for her? Unbelievable.
So not only have we learned why there are some psycho and maniac women out there (they inherited the ‘quality’ trait from their long-lost Greek ancestor, Ishtar), but we also found out that most of the existing crazy humans in this world don’t have enough guts to fry, slay, slaughter, and exterminate other people themselves…Leading us to the fact that people these days…are Cowards.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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- Isabella Garces
- Me - The Rationalistic Loony, the Very Wise Fool, the Extremely Mean person who will help you out. The Sadly Happy girl, the Angrily Laughing Cynic, the Closet Romantic, and an All time Believer who's Scepticism gets in the way. I smile at the angry, cry for the happy and sing to the deaf. I study a f t e r exams and s l e e p during class... (ok that bit just snuck it's way in there... not really true) I dance without music, write on hands and decide before the after and after the before... I choose to be complicated, I choose to not conform.. I choose to be me, for lack of a better choice.
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