I think I would rather have a pear than an apple
if I were Eve—not that it mattered, because I would be
eternally blamed for the fall of man anyway.
But alimentary preferences aside, I wonder
what this scene would have looked like
if Rubens and Titian had been women.
My name is Adam, son of Adam,
son of Adam, son of… you get the idea—and this whole litany
is just to soothe some pesky qualms of questionable origin.
Wouldn’t it be easier to simply mention Eve?
After all, he was nothing but an accidental sperm donor.
If it were up to him, they would still be stuck
in that sterile confinement.
As I said earlier, what a disappointment it must have been to discover that someone else, that is, a woman, had suddenly appeared in the Garden of Eden. But I guess disappointment would be an understatement, to say the least. It probably looked more like a panic attack, triggering a state of emergency that has continued ever since. This required a solution, something fundamental that would safeguard the man’s position till hell freezes over—and hell it was; as once used, it quickly proved to be the best shackles and gag. And it doesn’t matter whether you call her Pandora, Eve, or Mary—no, not that one but Ms Wollstonecraft—your accusing finger says it all.
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