I have always been drawn to Hellenism - why settle for mere mortality when there were once gods and goddesses abound, or supposedly so, or probably not.
"What's it like, there?"
I have an official "gisele tom" Google habit, and they're mortal gods (and quite a match) if there ever was such deities: A fifty+ million/year dual income. Jet-setting on the Seine. A picturesque, pain-free childbirth. Bodies that don't quit. Cheekbones. Manes of hair. Charitable deeds abound. Perfectly supportive families and the seamless-outcome realities. Yes, American Dream-like gods: the supermodel and the quarterback. Married? Procreating? Happy?
Mythology if there is such a thing.
The biggest clincher of them all? They seem like normal people, as normal people are often prone to hypocrisy: Miss Environmental Goodwill Ambassador has just built a very un-eco-friendly 20,000 sq. ft. mansion complete with an elevator, fake lagoon, and almost ten thousand dollars worth of toxic Christmas lights to burn at full-voltage this holiday season. This is all of course, for a family of three, *sometimes* four. And yeah, she sounds like...a model. And he gets in locker room fights...over his Justin Bieber-inspired hair, which supposedly camouflages bald patches and/or hair plugs.
The blips that 'keep it real...
(They're still perfect.)
