so if thereās one single trope iām always down to fight itās the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and thatās awful on a whole lot of levels - itās not love, itās control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. likeā¦I get it, theyāre pretty, graceful birds, certainly itās easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devilās geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say āhey iām in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, weāll be so happyā and she just looks at you for a moment andā¦
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly youāre realizing youāve made a terrible terrible mistake bc youāre surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then sheād straight up fuck you up on her own. sheād just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you donāt fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.Ā
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and saysĀ āwhy donāt you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kindā
and the woman says,Ā āi canāt swimā
and the swan says,Ā āweāll teach youā
and the woman says,Ā āliterally i canāt swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drownāĀ
and the swan saysĀ āyour husband fucking WHATā
the next morning the womanās front yard looks like this.Ā
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.Ā
Slightly off topic, but Heather Dale has a delightful and very catchy song called āThe Maiden and the Selkieā that is a great deconstruction of the āhusband steals her skinā trope.
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