I’ve had a read back of my diary so far, and I’ve noticed a bit of a pattern emerging within it.
I talk a lot of seeking adventure; and not just visiting the human kingdom - but about lots of things. Am I really that bored with my life? Why do I want to risk my life?
I’ve both read and heard tales of adventurers, though history has blurred the lines between reality and fantasy somewhat so it is admittedly hard to decipher what is real and what isn’t.
But these tales are filled with quite a lot of danger. Often I do find myself thinking about these stories, and some of the predicaments the heroes find themselves in are… Well, it just wouldn’t happen.
And why is it that there are no heroines within these stories? I’ve noticed women tend to be used as love interests mainly… And the illustrations are so sexist. They tend to depict the women (who normally tend to be tribal warrior women or the like) as dainty women with long flowing hair, a huge sword, large breasts and barely anything covering her flesh. A small brazier and a loincloth usually.
As a warrior princess, I can say that it’s far from wrong! I have my own battledress; my body, whilst not muscular is well toned. I know to tie my hair back before battle and also know that a perfectly balanced sword is better than a hulking great piece of steel.
You’d never catch me going into battle with a claymore sword, loose hair and no armour! Not unless I was forced to by lack of choice… But that’s unlikely!
These “warrior women” in the stories disgust me; I’d like to see a more realistic depiction of a female warrior in a fantasy novel some time. But I highly doubt I’ll see the day it happens.
I just might have to write one myself. I can base the character on me, give it a dull title like “Faerie-Tale” and make the story about my crossing the forest to the human kingdom.
No, all joking aside and back to my original point. Why do I have such a thirst for adventure?
I’ll have to ponder this question and get back to you.
Elloria
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