Books, Arts & Manners: Olympian Thoughts

BACK IN the good old days, before feminism and political correctness, the only place to be-if one was a god, that is-was Mount Olympus. Zeus was the head honcho and Hera his wife, but rumor had it that all was not perfect in their marriage. Zeus, you see, like most Greeks, was a philanderer, who whenever he got bored with the missus would disguise himself as Ganymede-an extremely good-looking young man who consistently batted 1.000 with the fair sex-and trip the light fantastic.

Like most Greek women, Hera was no fool. She waited for her chance. During one of Zeus’s most egregious absences, she plucked up the real Ganymede, flew him to Mount Olympus, and made him a cupbearer to the gods. Forever.

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BACK IN the good old days, before feminism and political correctness, the only place to be-if one was a god, that is-was Mount Olympus. Zeus was the head honcho and Hera his wife, but rumor had it that all was not perfect in their marriage. Zeus, you see, like most Greeks, was a philanderer, who whenever he got bored with the missus would disguise himself as Ganymede-an extremely good-looking young man who consistently batted 1.000 with the fair sex-and trip the light fantastic.

Like most Greek women, Hera was no fool. She waited for her chance. During one of Zeus’s most egregious absences, she plucked up the real Ganymede, flew him to Mount Olympus, and made him a cupbearer to the gods. Forever.