Gregory, Skye and I went haunting the other night. Dressed as the green witch, pictured, I felt amused when I walked inside a haunted house in Tacoma and one of the actors inside the entrance to the insane asylum instantly blurted: "You give witches a bad name!" (As if she could possibly know me -- based solely upon my makeup.)
I thought: "What do you mean? Are you being prejudiced against green people?" What I said out loud was: "Actually? I'm a very good witch. What made you think anything about me could be bad?"
I really dislike it when someone adopts a religious belief then all of a sudden wants to assign judgments to the rest of the public -- or change the way we view the world (e.g., the way some Wiccans now protest the green witch as a false stereotype). In contrast to feeling offended by warts on witchy noses, I actually adore the old hag/scary image of witches. Just imagine being one yourself -- having such magical powers you could literally fly on your broom, talk to your black cat, and boil effective spells from a cauldron. Nobody would ever want to be cruel to upset you and you could seriously protect your family in ways others would think unimaginable.
I think the green hags of old are just seriously misunderstood. :D