No Accounting for Taste

After Sappho, fragment 57

Andromeda, grow up! I know you like a bit of rough,
but I just saw you with that country girl dressed in a sack
that shows her ankles. Really… Send the hopeless creature back.
Surely the choice of talent in the town is good enough?

Sappho, Fragment 57

τίς δ' ἀγροίωτις θέλγει νόον...
ἀγροίωτιν ἐπεμμένα σπόλαν...
οὐκ ἐπισταμένα τὰ βράκε' ἔλκην ἐπὶ τὼν σφύρων;