Reading Lucian this morning*, I came across this:
“She said that Stratonice the wife of Seleucus had done something much more ridiculous….She set up a poetry contest with a prize of one talent. The theme was ‘an encomium of Stratonice’s hair’….
“Actually, she was bald and hadn’t a hair of her own. Even so, though this wa the condition of her head and everyone knew that it had happened because of a long illness, she actually listened to the wrteched poets calling her hair ‘hyacinthine,’ braiding curly ringlets and using the wavy celery as an image for the non-existent locks.”
—”In Defense of Images” (transl. Keith Sidwell), ca. A.D. 169
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*Do you like how casually I introduced this information?
The more things change, the more they stay the same—and nothing has changed because nothing has changed.