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(v.) to make a fool of someone

ancient greek boeotia

To Boeotize someone is to make a fool of them.

The word Boeotize (ignore the first O—this is pronounced “bee-oh-tize”) derives from Boeotia, the name of a region of Greece just north of Athens, centred around the ancient city of Thebes.

Although it remains an important region of Greece today, Boeotia’s history stretches right back into antiquity and legend. The region is home to Mount Helicon, one of the supposed homes of the Muses. The ancient hero Cadmus and Semele, the mother of Dionysus, were both supposed to have been born in Boeotia. Plutarch, Hesiod, Corinna and Pindar were Boeotian by birth. But despite such an illustrious history, proverbially the region wasn’t always held in such high regard: both the name Boeotia and the Boeotian people themselves were synonymous in Ancient Greece with foolishness, artlessness, crudeness, and stupidity.

Quite where this pejorative association came from is unclear. One theory claims that since the Boeotians were chiefly agricultural workers (Boeotia derives from boes, Greek for ‘cattle’) they were popularly held to be unlearned and illiterate, with little time for art or higher learning. Another explanation claims that the region’s oppressively humid climate sparked jokey tales of the local populace being just as dense as the air around them. But no matter where this association came from, the more erudite and cosmopolitan Athenians in nearby Attica—who had long rivalry with their neighbours to the north—relished it.

Boeotian pig was a popular Ancient Greek epithet for a crude, boorish person. Boeotian ears were ears unable to appreciate fine music or rhetoric. Being Boeotian was synonymous with slow-wittedness and naïvety. And to Boeotize was to make or become stupid.

That latter term was probably coined by Simon Parr, an eighteenth–nineteenth century English cleric and schoolmaster, who in 1789 wrote to a friend to bemoan that, having moved to a new parish in rural Norfolk, he had little left to read:

Do you hear any literary news? for I live quite in Boeotia, and Boeotize daily, and, what is worse, I shall not visit you Attic folks in the spring.

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