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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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meraarts

Might I add:

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

The adventures of a space roomba

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head

I am in love with you /p

What about the one with the princess locked in a tower learning to become a wizard? That’s lived in my mind for years and I haven’t seen it in a long time

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elidyce

So many more additions!

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dkpsyhog

I’ve got this book of medieval Japanese folk tales and they always end in the most baffling ways

[Image description: photos of book pages.

Images 1 and 2 read,

The Old Mackerel Peddler

When Tōdaiji had been built and the Great Buddha was ready to be consecrated. Emperor Shōmu appointed the Indian monk Baramon, recently arrived in Japan, to preside over the ceremony. But who should Baramon's assistant be? The emperor could not decide, and he worried till he had a dream in which a holy being came to him and said, “You must appoint as assistant the first man to pass the temple on the day of the consecration. Never mind whether he is a monk, or a layman, or a noble, or a nobody.”

The consecration was set for the fourteenth day of the third moon of 752. The emperor made up his mind to do exactly as he had been told and posted guards at the appropriate time to keep watch. Along came an old man carrying a basket of mackerel over his shoulder on a pole. The guards whisked him straight off to the emperor, who dressed him in priestly robes and had almost appointed him when the old man finally protested, “Dear me, Your Majesty, I'm not at all the man you're looking for! I'm just an old mackerel peddler!” But the emperor ignored him.

Soon it was time for the ceremony, and the old man was installed on a throne right next to Baramon with his basket of mackerel beside him. His pole was stuck in the ground east of the entrance to the hall. When the rite was over, Baramon came down from his throne and the old man just vanished.

“I thought so!” said the emperor to himself. “He was magic!” Then he

had a look at the basket. Those had definitely been mackerel in there, but now they were the eighty scrolls of the Kegon Sutra. The emperor wept and prostrated himself in awe. His vow to build the temple had been well conceived and a buddha had come to help him!

The mackerel peddler's pole is still by the entrance to the hall. It hasn't grown, or burst into bloom, or done anything in particular. It's just there.

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The third image is a close up of the last sentence. “It's just there.”

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Absolutely devastated at the idea that, for most of human history, for you to hear music there had to be someone physically playing/singing in your vicinity. I would have gone rabid over a good musician.

Makes you really appreciate why "playing music and singing" was an attractive feature in a woman...

Sure, she's got no fortune, but I really need my jams.

In my region you find out from the court records that when a group of rowdy drunks went to cause mayhem in town in the middle of the night, often their first stop was to go drag a musician (pelimanni, spelman) out of bed and force him to follow them around playing his instrument (usually a violin/fiddle or a fiddle-like instrument like jouhikko, could be an accordion).

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It's an era before any kind of music player, except for the Actual Musician. Makes sense for drunks, bachelors, and Fae

“Wow, you're a great musician!”

Musician: c:

“I will physically abduct/marry/drag you around the land so you will play for me forever.”

Musician: :c

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Please can you tell me everything you know about Siôn Corn when you've got a spare minute some time?

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LMAO I expect I know exactly why you’re asking this, and for the record, yes, listening to Steff explaining this to you wrong was torturous. 

Okay, so, he got the first bit rightish: the literal translation of Siôn Corn is indeed “Chimney John”. And, he’s also right that this is a weird aspect of the Father Christmas myth for the Welsh to choose to focus on, since other names are like

  • Father Christmas. The benevolent old man who encapsulates the holiday of CHRISTMAS
  • St Nicholas. A literal saint who helped the poor
  • Santa Claus. A derivation of St Nicholas; see above
  • Kris Kringle. From the German “Kristkindl”, meaning “Christ child”.
  • Siôn Corn. Weirdo who enters and exits your house through the chimney.

Really, you’d expect the Welsh to have been Tad Nadolig, for a literal translation of Father Christmas. Buuuuuuut, there’s inevitably more to it than that.

So the modern myth of Santa really is fairly modern, dating to about the 1850s in America. Now, Britain had the older English tradition of Father Christmas at the time, dating from roughly the 16th century, but he was actually very contentious because British Christians historically loved fighting about the Right Way To Perform Christianity without ever reading a single fucking word Jesus actually said, and the Puritans fucking hated him for being pagan and idolatrous or something. Anyway, he was a bit different, and he waxed and waned in popularity until Santa Claus crossed over from the States thanks to Dutch settlers and promptly got merged. 

Anyway, “Christmas-specific gift-giving figure” was something children adopted with glee. Adults enjoyed the mystery aspect. All was good.

But, just as Santa got added to a pre-existing English figure...

Same thing happened in Wales. 

Now, Anglo-Wales were also on the Father Christmas train, but Welsh language Wales had its own shit going on. And yes, I am aware that you people all know about the creepy horse skull Christmas ghost thing, yes, I pick up several hundred new followers every Christmas period as that post does the rounds again, but the Mari Lwyd is more of a mid-winter celebration than a specifically Christmas one - most are done on New Year’s these days. And, naturally, she was not the only bit of Christmas folklore about the place, and that was just as well, because while it’s fairly easy to ascribe Jolly Christmas Gift Giver to Father Christmas, it’s much harder to lend qualities like generosity and Christ-like compassion to, as you yourself once put it so eloquently Maia, an ornery horse-skulled nightmare beast. 

(Side note: JUST IMAGINE if we had tho. “Goodnight, children! Remember to leave out the cheese and cider for Santa Mari. She’ll go through the cupboards for it otherwise. Ooh, is she here?!? I think I hear the sound of bones clacking on the roof!”)

Anyway: another, there was.

So, around Glamorgan/Gwent kind of way there was a local sort of fey spirit thing called, according to the English-language sources from the time, Chimney Jack. Now Chimney Jack falls right into the standard faerie motifs from Welsh domestic life in which you have to do your housework well to be rewarded, and if you don’t you get punished. Like all such creatures, the tales were told to kids to get them to behave. In Chimney Jack’s case, there’s an interesting detail: if you behaved, he would reward you by leaving you a gift of coal. If you were bad, you got nothing.

Wales, of course, was super-poor, so coal was actually a very important gift. But that was subsequently sucked into the bigger myth and turned into the punishment - toys if you’re good, coal if you’re bad. BUT, more to the point, Chimney Jack was also so-named because he was believed to be a faerie that lived in the chimney. If you were REALLY bad he’d throw soot around the house, too, and clog up the flue and make the fire crackle and spit.

But, we therefore have two important elements, you’ll note: he gives gifts, and he lives in the chimney. Much like this zippy new god of children called Santa Claus that we’re importing for Christmas joy, and hey, they are very similar aren’t they? Probs the same thing, we should think. Hey kids, come listen to the tale of  Siôn Corn.

And that’s why we end up with Siôn Corn instead of Tad Nadolig - because our Santa figure doesn’t come from the English tradition. He comes from a tricksy faerie of Welsh provenance called Chimney Jack. 

And yes, I’m pretty sure early pre-mince pie offerings to appease him were cheese.

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Historical folklore, across many cultures, is riddled with warnings of the false traveler who will bewitch you, attack you, deceive or frighten you some way; things that are almost men, or that are men that mean ill and have supernatural means to enact it upon you.

In the modern day, the false traveler has returned. We receive calls from fake people, and emails. They promise us fortune, or youth; they prey on our fears. We have no choice but to travel through their haunts, looking for where they go; we install and maintain adblockers with the same casual yet committed air that those before us hammered iron horseshoes above the barn door, placed mirrors where straight paths led to doorways.

Just like our ancestors, we spread information among our fellows how to thwart them and escape their hunger.

I think that no matter how enlightened we may become as a civilization, superstition has its place- it’s not as far from a practical warning as we might expect.

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draconym
Anonymous asked:

Please don't say the word goblin or other creatures that are obsessed with money, they're antisemitic (i know u didn't know don't worry)

I’m not an expert on folklore or Judaica, but I am a Jew who has taken some classes in European folklore, so I have a couple thoughts on this. “Goblin” is a generic term to refer to a lot of different mythical creatures, some of them mischievous, some of them friendly, some of them evil. Some goblins do share traits with antisemitic stereotypes (lookin’ at you, JKR ... and also a lot of modern RPGs), and sometimes that is intentional antisemitism on the part of the people telling the stories.

But the term is still very, very broad, and there are so many different types of creatures that are called “goblins” that they can’t all be said to represent an antisemitic stereotype.

Shakespeare’s Puck is a hobgoblin, for example, and this was a book I read as a kid and enjoyed:

I would agree that we shouldn’t call other human beings “goblins” (because at the very least it seems pretty rude, if not potentially antisemitic?) but calling my mom’s dog a goblin because she reminds me of a funny little creature doesn’t strike me as problematic. I could be wrong here, but as someone who has read a lot of folklore, the term “goblin” could apply to almost as diverse an array of different creatures as the term “dragon,” and I would rather focus on critiquing goblin characters that use antisemitic tropes than removing the word “goblin” from the lexicon.

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The way we purposely mangle, misspell, and interrupt the name of a person or thing on Tumblr to avoid a post being found in tags or searches makes me think of various folklore- where a being is summoned by speaking their name. Add this to the list of reasons why the Internet is a folkloric culture of its own.

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me: *posts vampire content involving mirrors*

all 500 comments from people who all read the same tumblr post in 2013: ACTUALLY, vampires don’t have reflections in antique SILVER backed mirrors, but NOW mirrors are back with ALUMINU-

me:

No, guys. The point is that this isn’t “true.” It isn’t false either. The European Standard of Vampires this lore is used for doesn’t exist. But! Their stories have existed in dozens of cultures for thousands of years.

Throughout the centuries and across continents, the lore surrounding Vampires and the “rules” applied to them have transformed.

The “no reflection” thing isn’t extremely common, and even when it does appear in lore or fiction, it isn’t exclusively attributed to the silver-purity theory.

Being the stuff of legend, Vampires are public domain that we can all enjoy and transform to fit new stories.

However, in the last three years, any time I’ve seen a single creator (on tumblr, twitter, youtube, goodreads, even tiktok) make a reference to Vampires’ reflections, dozens or even hundreds of people pipe in to state “the reason Vampire didn’t use to have reflections is because of silver-backed mirrors. They WOULD have them now, because mirrors are backed with aluminum.”

As if the story-teller has made some sort of mistake for deciding their vampires still have no reflection.

The problem isn’t sharing interesting lore and theories. The problem is claiming this lore as a fact, as if it must be followed to accurately portray Vampires.

I’ve made posts about this before, notably about the way people have decided that there is no separation of ancient Changeling myths from neurodivergent child abuse.

Studying, examining, even criticizing, and reimagining ancient stores and beings is an extremely good time.

But don’t make the mistake of hearing a theory so compelling that you decide it’s the one and only way.

One hard and fast version and rule is the antithesis to the very core of folklore itself.

Drop the pedantic “actually,” and try starting with “one cool theory I’ve heard is-” instead.

JUST SOME THOUGHTS. I KNOW it’s not THAT deep. But maybe…..it’s important to learn how to separate popular modern beliefs from historical references.

Also, perhaps aluminum doesn’t like vampires either

Have you ever seen a vampire drinking a coke right from the can?

[Image: a stick photo of a droopy dog, laying its head on the keyboard of an open laptop. It looks kind of sad.]

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People have been asking about the link between Changeling lore and ableist child abuse.

To answer that, let’s get into Changeling lore (bearing in mind that I am only an amateur folklorist who has written this all in good faith to the best of my knowledge, and that I myself am both Autistic and ADHD).

Although the idea of Changelings exists in dozens (if not more) cultures, the conversations on Tumblr have generally focused on Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Scandinavian, and Scottish lore, with an extreme emphasis on Irish stories.

So keep in mind that the names of the Beings I’ll talk about and their lore may shift a bit between these countries and histories. I’ll just try to keep things simple for the sake of this post.

A Changeling in this context is Creature of Fairy (Fairy being the location, not the being itself), who has been switched out for a human child, often (but not always) a newborn infant.

There are many stories following the Changeling myth. In some, an elderly member of Fairy that has become troublesome is disguised as an infant and essentially dumped on the unsuspecting human family to become their problem, while the human infant is stolen to become a servant or sometimes raised as a member of Fairy (more ideally). In this case, the infant seems to become suddenly and extremely unruly, insatiably hungry, and impossible to manage. The family is at a loss, because they don’t know this is actually some rude, old dude pretending to be their kid.

Sometimes, members of Fairy covet an especially beautiful human infant or child, so they spirt them away and replace them with their own Fairy child, or in some stories, even a log, tree, flower, or animal enchanted to gain human intelligence. In this case, the child is well-behaved enough, but compared to the human they’re supposed to be, they seem wistful, despondent, and suddenly extremely odd and often melancholy, because they’re longing for their home back in Fairy or nature.

Sometimes, a changeling is a log or other object enchanted to resemble the stolen human as a corpse, tricking their family into thinking they’ve died, when in reality they’ve been stolen away to Fairy.

This happens to beautiful young women being taken as wives, or for their service as housekeepers and cooks. In some stories, women dying in child birth are offered a job as a wet-nurse in Fairy and are even allowed to visit their own human infants at night from “beyond the grave.” It may also happen to any human with a coveted and admirable skill, especially artists, musicians, and midwives, who are taken to work in Fairy. Sometimes the human has a choice. Often they don’t.

So where does a history of abelist child abuse come in?

Well, the idea of a child being “misbehaved,” demanding, having meltdowns, dissociating, failing to meet what’s considered “normal” childhood milestones (especially involving speech and mobility), and seeming to one day become a “stranger” who no longer acts like the “good,” “well-behaved,” “normal” baby they once were is exactly the way many unsupportive and abusive parents in modern times describe their developmentally disabled children, especially children with Autism and/or ADHD.

Next, some methods for winning a human child back from Fairy and banishing the unruly Changeling from the household are violent and neglectful.

In some stories, a mother should burn the Changeling with a hot poker, or by placing them over a fire in a basket. Sometimes, they may toss the baby or child into water to drown. If the Changeling is an infant of Fairy, its own Fairy mother will come back to protect it from further harm, and she’ll return the human infant as a trade. If the Changeling is an adult of Fairy, it will save itself.

In other stories, the infant or child should be left in the woods or other wild place for its Fairy parents or family to reclaim. 

In these stories, the human mother usually arrives home to find her own baby returned safe and sound, if a little skinny and in need of treatment. But in other stories (and in real life practice), the child dies, which is usually presented as preferable to raising a suspected Changeling. 

So you see, when these methods were applied to perfectly human children who were simply dealing with developmental disabilities or acting out for other reasons (see: just being a kid), it’s abuse and neglect that could lead to serious harm and even death.

Because of this, many neurodivergent people have come to see themselves in Changeling stories and found comfort and recognition from ancient tales in a modern culture that has rejected and punished us for failing to achieve “normal.”

As a person with Autism and ADHD, I admit I did used to read these stories as a child and fantasize about being taken back to a place where I would belong and fit in. It’s good and valid for modern people to connect to ancient stories. That’s how humanity has always been.

However, there has been talk back and forth in the last threeish years that these myths now belong “only” to people with ADHD and Autism, and that those without are not “allowed” to discuss, study, or adapt Changeling lore.

The trouble starts with: it is not up to say, an American person with Autism (such as myself) to tell Norwegian people they have to give up their folklore.

Next: Not all Changeling lore fits the category of abelist child abuse.

There are stories of simply doing something “strange” in front of a suspected Changeling infant, tricking it into speaking, thus revealing its true identity, as seen in this tale:

[…] the housewife went out and brought in a basket of eggs, which she placed in a circle on the floor. While she was thus engaged, the lad kept looking sullenly at her, and said at length, roughly: “What are you doing in that manner?” “I am making a brewing caldron,” was the reply. “A brewing caldron? I am more than three hundred years old and I never yet saw a brewing caldron like that!” 

A similar story of weird egg-use goes:

He had not been long at work before there arose from the bed a shout of laughter, and the voice of the seeming sick boy exclaimed, ” I am now 800 years of age, and I have never seen the like of that before.“

Yet again, in a story collected by W.B. Yeats:

“Oh!” shrieked the imp, starting up in the cradle, and clapping his hands together, “I’m fifteen hundred years in the world, and I never saw a brewery of eggshells before!“ 

 The Changeling then generally leaves on its own or is ousted by threat of fire now that the parent has safely confirmed its Changeling identity, and the human baby is safely returned shortly thereafter.

One might even trick the Changeling by claiming that its own home in Fairy is in peril to oust it. One such story ends:

“Waes me! what’ll come o’ my wife and bairns?” screamed out the elf in the bed, and straightway made its exit up the chimney.

In the case of a Changeling “corpse,” there is no child to abuse. Simply a fake body to be buried and a child to be mourned, while the real child is allegedly off in Fairy. It’s also not always a child. As I said before, it may have been an adult stolen and replaced. Often, these adults were beloved members of a community with what were seen as valuable skills and assets, not someone seen as “troublesome” who won’t be missed.

Sometimes, a sickly Changeling child was left in a human village in hopes that the humans could use their own medical skills to save the child, and the Changeling was treated as a loved (if a bit odd) member of the family until its parents returned. In this case, the humans who took in and treated the child are sometimes rewarded with money or a boon by the grateful parents.

This is where the idea of Changeling lore existing and originating solely as a tool of ableism no longer makes sense. Not all of them include children, disabled or otherwise, not all of them include community members who would have been viewed as disposable or undesirable, and not all of them involve harming or abandoning the Changeling in question.

These tales span dozens of cultures and go back thousands of years. It is not possible to prove that they were invented specifically to dehumanize and abuse neurodivergent children and adults, nor does surviving lore support that claim.

Instead, Changeling lore originated and continued to grow as a part of a long-held collection of genuine beliefs, which sometimes certainly could have been (and absolutely were) exploited to abuse and neglect children and others with disabilities both mental and physical (scoliosis was sometimes attributed to being a Changeling). The abuse is one iteration and exploitation of these stories, and it’s absolutely worth analyzing and exploring (it’d make a great thesis, and many people have already written about it), but it is not the origin.

Nothing, especially not thousand+ year old folklore, exists as one thing or the other. There are endless branches, stretching through vast forests of tales, knowledge, and wonder.

I hope we’ll keep exploring what these stories have to tell us, about the past and about our current cultures, but I hope we’ll keep an open mind (and not simply source tumblr posts as our only take on a multi-cultural concept, as ironic as it is to say in my own tumblr post). Thanks for asking! I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a few years!

Sources under the cut (not in alphbetical order bc it’s a tumblr post not a thesis):

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On a lighter note.

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.

And I totally want someone to do bread magic with a shitty store-bought muffin.

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The fun thing about lots of folk ballads just being multiple versions of the same story is that you start to see certain characters waltz through the lyrics over and over again - so that inspired me to do some little character designs based on this cast of cruel crooks and hapless victims 🎶

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the myth of persephone is about the trauma of the separation of mothers and daughters by marriage and this is the hill i will die on

To be clear I’m not against retellings that reinterpret the relationship between Hades and Persephone and present it as consensual and healthy– I do think there’s something incredibly powerful about looking at a story that’s been passed down to us through millennia about a girl being kidnapped and raped and saying “no. No, that’s not the kind of story I want to hear, that’s not the kind of story I want to tell, and that’s certainly not the kind of story I want my daughters to grow up on.” (Although I think it’s disappointing that these are now the only sorts of Persephone retellings we get, and at this point it’s really not a particularly revolutionary take, given how often it’s been done.)

But I also think we do a great disservice to the women of the ancient world by not remembering how this story, in that form, mirrored their very real pain. I’ve been thinking recently about how we can tell that women participated in the formation of their culture’s folklore because women’s trauma is embedded in it. (In Greek terms, the stories of Leto and Alcmene very clearly come out of women’s traumatic experiences with childbirth, and there are elements of women’s traumatic experiences of sexual assault embedded in, for example, the stories of Daphne or Callisto or Artemis and Actaeon) And the story of Persephone comes out of women’s experiences of being permanently separated from their mothers and daughters at marriage. (See also this post from @gardenvarietycrime.​)

For an ancient woman sending her daughter off to be married, knowing that she will see her only rarely and that the odds of death in childbirth were high, Persephone meant something. For an ancient girl leaving her mother and her entire world for a man she may never have met knowing the same, Persephone meant something. I do think a lot of the conflation of death and marriage in the ancient world comes out of this: that a girl is dead to her mother and her family whether she leaves them to go to a husband’s house or the house of Hades. Maybe it’s a consolation to know that someone else has done this before you, to know that a goddess once lost her daughter and a goddess once lost her mother the same way you are losing yours. And that they survived it.

Essentially I think we need to remember that this myth (like all myths and all folklore) is not necessarily entirely the product of men, that women’s voices and women’s trauma remain embedded in it despite all of our written sources being men’s tellings of the story. And when we retell it we risk losing those voices if we are not careful and if we dismiss the myth as it survives today as solely men’s version of the story.

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Fairy tales are NOT all straight white heroes and women sans agency! I swear!

I re-blogged a picture of a little girl, dressed as Tiana, hugging the face actress who plays Tiana at one of the Disney Parks, and noted that everyone should have their princess.  And a few people have now contacted me basically going “no, only straight white people can have princesses if you stick with the classics.”

Um.

No.

I am a folklorist, and it’s time for some Fun With Folklore.

First off, very few Princesses/fairy tale heroines who are going to become Princesses because that’s what you do are actually defined by specific physical attributes.  You have Snow White, who yes, requires the “skin as white as snow” etc, but that’s to make her an alien beauty and justify the actions of her stepmother.  She belongs to the Aarne-Thompson tale type 709, which is commonly referred to as “Snow White,” but which contains a hell of a lot more, including “Bella Venezia”, “Myrsina”, “Nourie Hadig“ and ”Gold-Tree and Silver-Tree.”  All those links will take you to Wikipedia.  Click them.  Note that NOT ONE of those girls is defined by her appearance, beyond “incredibly beautiful.”  “Nourie Hadig” is Armenian in origin; you can bet that girl was not white as snow.  (Note that I do not actually care for the “Nourie Hadig” 709 variant, due to using a Roma girl as the main adversary, but that’s another story.)  Any story you want to tell is going to have variants where the heroines are never described!  You know why?

BECAUSE THE PEOPLE WHO WERE TELLING THESE STORIES UNDERSTOOD THAT IT WAS IMPORTANT FOR CHILDREN TO SEE THEMSELVES IN THE MIRROR OF THE TALE.

There are fairy tales about people with disabilities, ranging from the physical (missing limbs, missing eyes, missing tongues) to the emotional (girls who cannot smile, boys who cannot feel fear).  There are fairy tales that end in same-sex marriage.  There’s even an excellent fairy tale about gender identity, “The Princess Who Became A Prince,” in which our hero has always felt he was a boy, but tried to be a dutiful daughter, until a dragon stole a neighbor princess and he had to ride to rescue the girl in order to save the kingdom.  One misaimed curse later, and wham, our new-minted prince is finally outwardly as he had been all along on the inside.

THIS IS JUST AS OLD AND TRUE AND SCHOLASTIC AS CINDERELLA AND THE OTHERS.

The “big fairy tales” of today are the ones that someone seized on as marketable.  We have the power, as drivers of media, to say that we want more diversity.  We want Princesses of every race, creed, and religion, and we have the folklore and fairy tales to make them real.  We want our transgender Princess (although wow would the marketing be problematic).  Saying “the classics” are 100% about straight white people reduces the past to a place where only straight whiteness existed, and where no other children ever needed stories.  And that’s not what the past was.

Once upon a time has never stopped being right now.

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“In Russian, Baba Yaga’s name is not capitalized. Indeed, it is not a name at all, but a description—“old lady yaga” or perhaps “scary old woman.”  There is often more than one Baba Yaga in a story, and thus we should really say “a Baba Yaga,” “the Baba Yaga.” We do so in these tales when a story would otherwise be confusing. We have continued the western tradition of capitalizing Baba Yaga, since the words cannot be translated and have no other meaning in English (aside perhaps from the pleasant associations of a rum baba).  There is no graceful way to put the name in the plural in English, and in Russian tales multiple iterations of Baba Yaga never appear at the same time, only in sequence: Baba Yaga sisters or cousins talk about one another, or send travelers along to one another, but they do not live together.  The first-person pronoun “I” in Russian, ‘ia,’ is also uncapitalized. In some tales our witch is called only “Yaga.” A few tales refer to her as “Yagishna,” a patronymic form suggesting that she is Yaga’s daughter rather than Yaga herself. (That in turn suggests that Baba Yaga reproduces parthenogenetically, and some scholars agree that she does.)  The lack of capitalization in every published Russian folktale also hints at Baba Yaga’s status as a type rather than an individual, a paradigmatic mean or frightening old woman.  This description in place of a name, too, could suggest that it was once a euphemism for another name or term, too holy or frightening to be spoken, and therefore now long forgotten.”

— Sibelan Forrester, from her introduction to Baba Yaga: The Wild Witch of the East in Russian Fairy Tales

I feel like this suggests that - with much dedication and study - you, too, could go out into the woods and be a baba yaga.

The question then becomes whether the chicken house just manifests when you achieve Baba Yaga-hood, or whether you have to find or construct one. …Definitely not asking out of any desire to own a house on chicken legs. Of course not.

Well now I want to know, too

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lynati

Who says it has to be one way or the other? If you are baba yaga enough, the house will come to you; if you build the house, being baba yaga will come to you.

“baba yaga” simply means “grandmother” or “old woman” and probably originally had a similar meaning to “cunning woman” or “wise woman” further west.

It’s most likely, in fact, that baba yaga originally meant “the vaguely scary woman who knew all the herbal remedies” and then as Christianity pushed out traditional knowledge…

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“In Russian, Baba Yaga’s name is not capitalized. Indeed, it is not a name at all, but a description—“old lady yaga” or perhaps “scary old woman.”  There is often more than one Baba Yaga in a story, and thus we should really say “a Baba Yaga,” “the Baba Yaga.” We do so in these tales when a story would otherwise be confusing. We have continued the western tradition of capitalizing Baba Yaga, since the words cannot be translated and have no other meaning in English (aside perhaps from the pleasant associations of a rum baba).  There is no graceful way to put the name in the plural in English, and in Russian tales multiple iterations of Baba Yaga never appear at the same time, only in sequence: Baba Yaga sisters or cousins talk about one another, or send travelers along to one another, but they do not live together.  The first-person pronoun “I” in Russian, ‘ia,’ is also uncapitalized. In some tales our witch is called only “Yaga.” A few tales refer to her as “Yagishna,” a patronymic form suggesting that she is Yaga’s daughter rather than Yaga herself. (That in turn suggests that Baba Yaga reproduces parthenogenetically, and some scholars agree that she does.)  The lack of capitalization in every published Russian folktale also hints at Baba Yaga’s status as a type rather than an individual, a paradigmatic mean or frightening old woman.  This description in place of a name, too, could suggest that it was once a euphemism for another name or term, too holy or frightening to be spoken, and therefore now long forgotten.”

— Sibelan Forrester, from her introduction to Baba Yaga: The Wild Witch of the East in Russian Fairy Tales

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prokopetz

I love how the ability to command demons to do one’s bidding used to be a common attribute of saints in popular culture, but then we decided that trafficking with demons wasn’t very saintly after all and quietly scrubbed that element out of all the saintly folklore – except for Santa Claus.

yea but to be fair we stopped associating elves with demons a while ago.

Thanks to pulp fantasy demons and fairies have sort of become their own ecological niche.

I’m not referring to the elves – I’m talking about the explicitly demonic helper figures that appear in many Santa Claus myths, like the Krampus, Knecht Ruprecht or Black Peter (the latter of whom is admittedly more often represented as a racist caricature today, but was originally depicted as a chained devil).

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