Strength through the ages

So I've been reliving my childhood by watching the She-Ra dvds. I won't bore you with my fandom, but I do want to talk about the power behind them. I mentioned to a friend last night that I cried when I watched them -- and he so didn't believe me. I think the problem was that I couldn't explain why they touched me. Sure part of it is losing that child who played She-Ra at recess and sorted the cute boys into the parts of He-Man (he may have been her brother, but come on, they spent a lot of time together, I wasn't stupid) and Bow. But, I think it's more than that.

Did you know She-Ra's name was supposed to be Hera? That's right, She-Ra was conceived of a goddess-- She Ra -- the Egyptian god. Girl-god... which trails right into goddess worship.

I've been reading Evelyn Vaughn's stuff lately. She writes a series on Goddess Grails and contributes to a series about Madonna's -- the Sisters of Mary's, Marians.
Strong women who die for what they stand for. I think of all the injustice out there -- arranged marriages for little girls, twelve year-olds being sold to dirty old men who crave the taste of virgin flesh-- may they rot in a festering hell; female circumcision, often performed by the "wise women", these ignorant hags who mutilate the flesh, scarring both the soul and body. Is ending this worth dying for, is it worth killing for; at the least isn't it worth me getting off my ass and doing something?