There are few gods as cold and intense as Nemesis. Yet when it comes to getting the job done, her track record speaks for itself. She attributes her success to a profound respect for cosmic balance and the belief in sacrifice to achieve one’s goals. That’s why we’ve asked for her input on ways to achieve that precious balance in our own lives.
Work vs. Play
“When your line of work is bringing justice to the oppressed and tearing down the elite, there is little time for what your mortals consider ‘play.’ That being said, when the time is right, I wouldn’t be opposed to bringing back the Nemesia festival, last held in Ancient Greece. Perhaps just for one night. Obviously, there is no rest when it comes to fulfilling my eternal duty . . . but riding a Ferris wheel once a year might not be completely unforgivable.”
Spending Time with Friends vs. Family
“In my life, I have learned that most relatives are not trustworthy. And I tend to avoid friendships. Allies are fine, if they’re useful, but I often find that they are not to be trusted, either. Offspring are a different story, however. If a child of mine needs to sacrifice an eye or any other body part in order to achieve their own personal balance, I’ll drop everything to help them. By gouging out their eye, I mean. In case that wasn’t clear.”
Going Out vs. Staying In
“Time spent inside planning one’s strategies is just as important as going out and taking action. Choosing which whip to bring, which leather jacket to wear, which curse you’re planning to cast on your enemies requires careful thought. Oh, this question was about socializing? Hmmm . . . Same answer, I suppose.”
Exercise vs. Eating an Entire Cake at Midnight
“I’m not quite sure I understand this question. I’m aware that mortals require physical activity in order to build strength, but the concept of eating an entire cake at midnight eludes me. The very notion that one would silently sneak into a house through a cracked-open kitchen window while the owners are asleep and ever-so gently open the refrigerator door in order to retrieve a mostly uneaten birthday cake, for example, and slip out the same way before strapping the cake onto the back of a motorcycle and riding off into the night . . . It’s just inconceivable . . . . Okay, fine. It was I who stole the cake. But that human didn’t deserve a treat! Trust me when I say that justice was served.”