As promised, I’m returning to the tales I introduced in my last post, starting with the story of Hermod and Hadvor. Specifically, the part where Hadvor gets buried alive, and the historical/cultural precedents for this.
I hate to knock the less showy forms of strength and bravery–of course there is bravery in patience and endurance in the face of hardship.
But it gets damned depressing to read about that brand of bravery. You start to want the heroine to do something. To draw blood, to speak up, to take the initiative, to take something for herself.
You start to wonder:
Where are the Badass Women?