On Percy Jackson and the Olympians
As Bad as They Wanna Be
I Heart Hades
I’ll admit, all the gods get decent marks on the “coolness scale,” but in my book, Hades is top dog, or top hellhound in his case. Sure, he’s a little bit on the brooding side and in need of a quality self-tanner, but still, the dude sports some serious swagger. Percy may have no love for the guy, but even he admits in The Lightning Thief that Hades was the only god he’d met so far that appeared godlike.Think about it–he’s the essence of cool, clad in black, long-haired and lanky, hanging out in his alternative night-clubby underworld palace. Sure, there’s that raging smell of sulfur and those bothersome bloodcurdling screams, but I’d imagine that’s easy for Hades to stomach with his glitzy goddess wife Persephone at his side. To boot, he’s richer than all get-out, making Zeus and Poseidon look like minor players on the who’s-who-of-godly-wealth list. I mean, no wonder his family doesn’t like him. He’s the quintessential bad boy.
Now I’m not going to run out and buy a Hades lunchbox or furiously scribble Hilary + Hades in my notebook 100 times over, but I’ve always had a thing for the bad boys. Hopefully we all outgrow it, but at some point in our lives, most of us want to either date a bad boy (or girl) or be one. Don’t get me wrong; when I was little, I loved the fairytale prince and princess movies like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty with their guaranteed happy …