They never talk about how you wept with his hair still clinging to your hands. They never mention how your hands shook so you couldn’t use scissors, and instead severed his strength with a knife.
That wouldn’t fit you see.
Here, Salome was a whore, not a girl pleasing her mother through the language of murder. Eve not only dishonoured herself, but forced the entire human race to fall with her, never discussing how a woman might want to plummet if she learned something as a reward.
In a book written by the hands of dishonest men, Lilith was to be discarded like a toy, and her rage should have been quieter. Lot’s daughter’s names are forgotten, but their sin isn’t. They pay penance before they state their identities.
The only good women is a virginal one, and the only ones suitable for wedding are gentle souls, who would just as soon raise their voice as dare raise a hand.
So can you be blamed for wanting to see how a man looked without his protection? Can you be blamed for kissing him sweetly before talking poison?
Oh, Delilah, you only wanted him to see things from your point of view. And of course, the entire temple came tumbling down around him, leaving nothing but dust and a few strands of hair.