Ah, but any scientist will tell you that we can never really define, or prove, anything. We can only prove what it isn't. Even gravity, something that humans take for granted as scientific fact, is only a theory which has yet to be disproven. She had indeed been defined by her marriage. Contentious, nagging, and hated by all, even her greatest triumph, her son. Not that she'd been a very good mother. Back then, she hadn't realized just how amazing her auto-creation had been, either the process or what she'd produced. Not until it had been much too late.
Hera didn't know her friend was employed by her son's latest incarnation, though. So focused on her own work, these last few years she rarely came out of the lab, the clinic, or the library.
"No. I've managed to avoid that for the last century. Hail the Feminist Revolution," she said with a smile and a shrug. "Actually, I've mostly managed to avoid being trapped that way through out most of the last two millennias. Hell, I almost managed to avoid Zeus. After that, human deceptions are fairly easy to spot. What of yourself? Any family you're looking in on?" She left it deliberately vague so that it could refer to current family, or families past. And past could stretch back a very, very long time.