How is it that we are fed the constant tales of "happily ever afters" yet we do not complain, nor do we realise it?
Take Cindershallow.
An insolent child required to help with the maintenance of her home after her mother's death reuses to accept the authority of her step-mother. When grounded and forbid from attending a party she simply ignores her step-mother's instruction. Not only does she do this, she also steals clothes and transport. Cindershallow is disobedient, a theif and a petty whore.
Cindershallow flung herself upon the most rich of the eligible bachelors at this party, flirting and being a tease. In a similarly frustrating way, the prince turns his attentions unto her in response to her embarrassingly forward actions. They retreated to a quite corner to "talk".
At midnight, in a desperate attempt to return home before she is caught, Cindershallow stumbles out of the party, leaving a shoe on the front lawn. The prince, as drunk as Cindershallow was, had not bothered to find out her name but went around showing everybody the shoe. They thought he was still off his face, quite rightly. Some rich, conceited snob was running around with a girl's shoe.
Eventually he came across Cindershallow, who couldn't remember a damn thing about the night before. She took his word for truth as he was pretty hot and lived happily ever after. Well, until she died. Or until he did. I don't know who got too old first.
Then there is Snow Mite.
This parasitic child abandoned her home after a spat with her stepmother. She broke into the house of several bachelors, imposing upon them her own standards of personal hygiene and home decor. She took up residence in their home without consultation, eating their food, using their facilities and generally taking over with the excuse that she would help with chores. Barely.
Snow Mite gets a milder punishment than she deserves after eating an apple. As we already know, apples have proven themselves to be a sin. Not only is Snow Mite an evil and manipulative dictator, she is ungodly.
Upon falling into a coma, Snow Mite is locked by the seven men in a fibreglass, bulletproof case so that she may never terrorize another person again. This doesn't work much.
Yet another prince comes by on his noble steed (much nobler than him at any rate). He attempts to take advantage of Snow Mite but is unable to defeat the fibreglass box. He has servants come down to break the box open and doctors are forced to wake Snow Mite from her coma. The seven men convince the prince to keep her which he does because she LOOKS cute. Snow Mite is last seen headed towards the palace with her prince where she fell in love with her lifestyle and lived happily ever after.
Fortunately for us single girls, the inbred beareucrats took the bratty girls and so we have the nice boys to choose from. At least we can be sure our daughters won't marry their cousins.
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