Dionysus: Shut up.
Pentheus, seconds before getting stabbed: Or what will you do? Stab me?
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Iraq
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
seen from South Korea

seen from India
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Türkiye
seen from China

seen from T1
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia
Dionysus: Shut up.
Pentheus, seconds before getting stabbed: Or what will you do? Stab me?
Mythological Throwback Thursday: Maenads
Hello and welcome to another Mythological Throwback Thursday! If you’re from the United States we hope you had a great time over the holiday weekend. Bet you didn’t have more fun than the maenads, though. Check out our rundown of these party animals!
In Ancient Greece, there were a group of followers of Dionysus called maenads. These women were portrayed as senseless revellers, out of their minds on wine and other intoxicants, frenzied and violent. Some maenads were said to have been driven mad for crossing Dionysus, but others were priestesses or dancers in service to him.
During a festival called the Agronia, there is believed to have been a reenactment of a myth in which Dionysus tangled with King Pentheus. The women of Thebes took on the role of maenads, whipping themselves into an ecstatic fervour, pursuing and tearing to pieces a ‘king’, which was probably a goat, not an actual person. Probably. They then either devoured the raw remains of the king or sacrificed them to Dionysus. Standard bachelorette party, then.
These Dionysian celebrations developed into the famous Roman Bacchanalia. Much of what we understand of the Bacchanalia is thanks to Livy, a known xenophobe and religious conservative who greatly disapproved of Greek influence-- hence, an unreliable source. However, it is told that the Bacchanalia was originally a more subdued mystery cult exclusively for women, meeting during daylight three times a month.
Livy claims that things changed when a Grecian living in Etruria began admitting men, and introduced a nocturnal feast. The popularity of Bacchanalia skyrocketed, and was soon brought to Rome itself by a priestess of Bacchus called Paculla Annia. Under her leadership all social classes were permitted to join the cult, though initiates were required to partake in violence or sexual promiscuity. Kind of like Fight Club. The cult ran amok throughout Rome, corrupting everyone they could and murdering those they couldn’t. Also a bit like Fight Club.
The cult was betrayed by a former slave and apostate, Hispala Faecenia (unfortunate name), whose mistress had forced her to participate in Bacchanalia. When she heard her lover was going to be inducted into the cult by his parents, she went straight to the top, informing the Roman Senate. The purge that ensued ended with the arrest of seven thousand, most of whom were executed. The cult was driven back underground, there to persist in Southern Italy for generations.
Talk about religious intolerance. These days it takes a sports team winning to get a crowd that amped up. Or a sports team losing. ...Just sports in general, really. Join us next week for another Mythological Throwback Thursday!
Tiresias: There's no need to be afraid of Dionysus, king Pentheus, he doesn't bite!
Pentheus: Yeah, but does he stab?
Tiresias:
Pentheus:
Tiresias: He doesn't bite!
The beginning of The Bacchae:
Pentheus: I think Dionysus is a big threat to our society.
Tiresias: May I ask why?
Pentheus: No.
The almost ending of The Bacchae:
Pentheus: It's a white flag, and you and that god you keep talking about may as well start waving it now, people.
Dionysus, still disguised as a human: The only thing we'll be waving is yoUR DECAPITATED HEAD ON A STICK, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER, PAL!
Agave:
Cadmo:
Pentheus:
Tiresias: Good lords—