The word 'harpy' is correct and usable in written English.
It is a noun that refers to a mythological creature in Greek and Roman mythology, typically depicted as a winged woman with the face of a bird and known for being cruel and vicious. You can use 'harpy' in written English to describe someone who is very unpleasant, aggressive, or mean-spirited. For example: "She was known throughout the office as a harpy, always belittling and criticizing her coworkers."
They deftly discussed the double standards of sexism (Palin "upset" to be thought of as sexy, Clinton upset that she was considered a harpy, a shrew and a boner-shrinker) and made it obvious that it didn't matter if any ol' woman made it to the White House, but rather the right woman.
"There's red siskin, bearded tachuri, harpy eagle, crimson fruit crow, cock of the rock, macaw, Rio Branco ant bird," said Duane Junior when I asked him what some of the brightly coloured birds I'd seen were.
In Ms Shaw's hands, Gunhild is no one-note harpy.
From the first frame, it presents a dreary caricature of Hillary Clinton as a power-crazed harpy with no redeeming qualities.
I assume that Obama's marxist harpy wife would go Lorena Bobbit on him should he even think about it, but I ask the question to make one simple point: Barack Obama, like Elliott Spitzer, is a creation of the liberal media and, as a result, could be a serial killing transvestite and the media would turn a blind eye.It goes on; it gets worse.
Ariel then appears to Alonso and Antonio as a harpy and reproaches them for their treatment of Prospero.
In South America the buzzardlike harpy eagle represents a climax of one line of evolution filled in the Old World by large booted eagles such as crowned eagles (Stephanoaetus).
The feet may vary from long, slim-toed, and needle-taloned (for killing birds, as in goshawks) to short and thick-toed (for grasping snakes, as in short-toed eagles) or heavy-toed with thick, strong talons (capable of paralyzing medium-sized mammals, as in harpy eagles).
He dreams of going to London to work as a scriptwriter for an awful comedian called Danny Boon (catchphrase: "It's all happening!") And he's uncomfortably engaged to two awful girls: Barbara, virginal, yappy and as wholesome as the oranges she obsessively eats; and Rita, a beehive-wearing harpy whose every word drips condemnation and attack.
He could so easily have said, "No, she's an irate harpy covered in crushed crisps".
Somewhere in the ocean of greenness were jaguars and harpy eagles.
