Misnomer

and so with the topic of child-rearing shoved into the backburner for the moment, my husband and i resume our pseudo-intellectual discussions over breakfast and dinner. due to the nature of A's job, we watch anc a lot (and watching it instead of my favorite lifestyle network, i wince at the horrible wardrobe, make-up and hairstyle choices of its female newscasters, with the usual exception of the fashionable carmina constantino whose moss green corduroy jacket today was so drool-worthy), as well as cnn and bbc, and we pretty much comment and nitpick on everything--politics, literature, arts, grammar (mostly from advertising copy) like those two grumpy old men in the theatre box in jim henderson's 'the muppet show' of the 70s. i forget what we were watching but pandora's box was mentioned, and to show off my art history stuff i asked him if he knew that pandora's box was an erroneous interpretation of the greek myth.

of course he didn't know, because he's never read panofsky. according to erwin panofsky, an american art historian, the box (or more accurately a huge jar) was not owned by pandora, nor was it opened by her. it was, in fact, opened by epimetheus. but, somehow, the expression "opening an epimetheus' box" doesn't quite fly.