Apollo: Creepy Rapist or.... No, there is literally nothing to debate here he's a total creep

Daphne was a beautiful nymph and, as is the tradition in Western patriarchal societies, the men around her felt entitled to her body, irrespective of whatever feelings she may have about them. Even Daphne's father, Peneus (whose name is in no way phallic) seemed intent on marrying her away against her will, because as we all know men always know what is in a woman's best interest (just ask your local conservative!) One day Eros, god of literature (hence, erotica) takes a sarcastic sort of revenge on his fellow god Apollo by shooting the latter with one of his love arrows (which the former crafts by hand every night using a special elixir known to humans as ekstasis). Apollo loses whatever Divine sense of self-control he had - which, if you're familiar with Greek mythology, probably was not much at all - and pursues Daphne, intent on forcing her to... like him. Yeah. Anyway, Daphne, demonstrating with grace the Ancient Greek art of dynamic beseechment, prays to her father (and I thought my dad was demanding) to save her. Never a quick thinker, Peneus turns his daughter into a laurel tree. Apollo, loathe to be thwarted by a mark's radical change in constitution, continues to be in love with Daphne (or is her name Laurel now? I like Laurel better.) Apollo declares the laurel to be a sacred plant, swears that the laurel tree's leaves will always be green, and vows to always wear a laurel wreath on his head. In the end, an important element of Greek culture was apparently decided upon by one God's paraphilia and his lack of any reasonable boundaries.

What you see here, children, is a Grade A example of what we mean by CONSENT IS IMPORTANT.

The promise of eternal youth is certainly a tempting one. As we all know, anybody above age 60 or so has probably crossed a threshold of getting any enjoyment out of their life, and they have certainly crossed the threshold of their body not being completely terrifying. That said, there's something almost romantic about the aging process, and I've known many an elderly person who for all their loss in the realm of physical capability have gained much from aging in terms of personal development. One should also consider the precise terms of eternal youth - am I stuck being an 18 year old high school student? Certainly this would spell some trouble for my career, but it is not an insurmountable obstacle, as successful comedian Andy Milonakis (who has a congenital growth hormone deficiency which causes him to have both the body and sense of humor of a young boy) demonstrates. We might also consider whether eternal youth would depend on our changing forms into, say, a laurel or a sparkly vampire. All told, the promise of eternal youth is seemingly attractive, but probably not all that appealing when you realize you will be stuck in a form which affords very little self-determintation (which really describes both the states of being a teenager and of being a laurel bush.)

Andy Milonakis also has the fashion sense of a middle school boy.