not trad as in going to church on Sunday, trad as in offending Hera by striking a pair of copulating snakes and being transformed into a woman for seven years to learn perspective
Am oddly touched by the idea of the emotional journey of being turned into a woman as a punishment, rage, accepting this is your life now and then seven years later you change back... what feelings of joy, grief, strange realisation that it’s been exactly 7 years... fucked up.
