Goddess Worship

If it's Sunday, it's Goddess Worship Day, when we here at Geeky Splendor pay homage to our fellow divine entities.

The great thing about goddesses, is that sometimes their lives suck. I don't mean that I derive schadenfreude from their misfortunes (I save that for bitches I hate). But it comforts me to know that even goddesses are regularly vexed by issues ranging from the totally traumatic to the tiny and trivial.



Life was no cakewalk for any of the beautiful, brainy, talented, magnetic goddesses you can think of (both mythical and actual). Screen icons Dorothy Dandridge and Maryilyn Monroe had sad childhoods; Janet Jackson, Eleanor Roosevelt and even The Incomporable Morgan Fairchild, struggled with a little too much junky in the trunky at various points, though I suspect Eleanor really did not care. Blues legend Ruth Brown went from stardom to working as a housekeeper before she returned to her rightful place in the limelight; even Buffy toiled at the sucky Doublemeat Palace and couldn't get a bank loan. Greek goddess Hera had a philandering husband and Oshun, the Yoruba goddess of luxury and love, had a total and complete grief-fueled mental collapse (things got so bad that she wasn't even concerned with fashion anymore and — that's like one of the top suicide-watch red flags).

Remembering that every goddess, no matter how fabulous, faces ups and downs, is a good way to feel better about the fact that you blew through your 401K like a drunken shopper, hate your job — assuming that you still have one, are dateless for your best frenemy's wedding or have cellulite visible from space stations. I'm just saying.

The Tipping Point: I caught this New York Times profile by Charles Isherwood on Liza Minnelli's latest comeback and it's a goddess story.