Episode II of hypocrisy and misogyny in…well, you name the time period. This is using the Cranach painting of the Judgement of Paris for the NaPoWriMo prompt.
Later, she says, looking flirtatiously at the painter,
your interpretation will be debunked.
You painted us, the three harlots of antiquity,
Hera, Athena and me, Aphrodite,
exposing our charms,
bribing a harmless shepherd god with promises of power and wealth.
You made us shameless whores,
but you stripped us naked and you revelled in it.
They say I was the one who offered him Helen
in exchange for the apple, the prize,
(funny how that apple crops up
wherever women and their wiles are at work)
but it was you, men like you, painter,
imbued with the self-righteous sanctity of Christian teachings,
and like the paragons of manhood idolised by warlike primitives,
who made the world where women were judged for their beauty
and nothing more, and could be offered as prizes.
You made the world where a wife could be stolen,
(from the husband foisted on her in the first place)
given to another man, then blamed for the war to get her back.
Because she was beautiful.
Because you stripped us all naked
and made us nothing better than wet dreams of concupiscent child-bearers.
Later, she says, one day, women will turn around,
(like me, now, go on, look)
and they will tell you and all the lecherous contemptuous men
who peep and touch, promise monts et merveilles
and leave you with the kids—
just kiss my ass.