I was in a bar last night while someone was performing a live cover of I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas. And as it’s not entirely uncommon for me to do, I did my own rewrite…
“I want a Hippolyta for Christmas…only the Queen of Amazons will do…”
Maybe I’ll work on additional lyrics today! Really…what’s more ridiculous – wanting a hippopotamus for Christmas – an unwiedly beast that would be astronomically expensive to board and feed (and is vicious enough to straight up kill you) – or wanting a mythological Amazon queen?
If you’re anything like Hercules, maybe you’ll settle for Hippolyta’s girdle (though I think that as the story of Hercules’ labors tells, he not only took her girdle -but later took her life, too). Though that was because Hera had misled Hercules.
So here we have a woman who happily gave up her girdle for Hercules – only to be killed by him later – because of Hera’s deceit.
Cautionary tale about being careful who you give up your girdle (or panties) to!