![]() She was stolen away by Hades, Lord of the Underworld, but accepted her role and ruled the Underworld as queen. So, of course, I crawled into the book and watched her tale unfold. Daughter of Demeter, goddess of vegetation, spring, and to my pure incredulity, the underworld. Her name was Persephone, and I was happy to have her explain to me her wondrously fantastical life. I opened the book, and the first thing I see is a young woman, draped in robes of champagne folds and efflorescent adornments in her shorn black hair smirking at me, pointing at her description. Thus, when a big, vividly painted book filled with images of gods and monsters and palaces I’d never before seen landed on my desk in fourth grade, it was perhaps one of the most welcomed gifts I’d ever received. With that in mind, perhaps it isn’t so odd that books were the most riveting pastime I engaged in from first grade until now. ![]() Tough, isn’t it? Because when I think back on notable movies directed towards children and even specifically girls, I see mostly Ariel, Cinderella, Snow White - whom, I wish to note, is named based off the fairness of her “snow-white” skin. ![]() I encourage any of you to try and recall more than one major, classic American film starring an Asian girl, even a Hispanic or African one, Disney or not. Movies I watched often starred light-skinned, blonde, lean girls that I witnessed only in school, not within the comfort of my own home or family. Movies my relatives gave to me of Barbie dolls and Disney princesses were pretty much a riot of fair-toned skin I didn’t see on myself or my mother. As a young Korean girl, I rarely experienced representation within the media. Yes, I would get in trouble for reading too late at night.Īlthough, perhaps there was a cause for my seemingly odd avoidance of the TV. Authors and fictional characters, it seemed, were more preferred companions than perhaps the occasional TV show and even sleep. I devoured the Harry Potter series, drowned in pages of Percy Jackson, and found solace in the wrecked spines of so many more books. I was obsessed with reading and writing, and words in Indian ink stamped across oceans of paper. Chronicles of drama conflicting even the highest divinities, deities whose gifts could easily shower wrath upon the seemingly puny human race, and vivid monsters who waged battles against fated heroes fastened to my fancy in a way that I recognized only one thing ever could - literature.Īs you may assume, based off my odd infatuation with Greek mythology, I was not exactly a typical school girl for the majority of my educational career. Have you ever heard of the heart-wrenching, questionable morality, and the romantically tragic tales interwoven into Greek mythology? For me, as a young child, I grew up adoring many of these far-fetched legends.
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