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January 26, 2010

Me and Cinderella*

By Sarah

When I get philosophical, like when I see other writers' names shoot to the top of the New York Cinderelladisney  Times bestseller lists even though they  graduated from high school in May or something, I think maybe I wasn't meant for greatness. Maybe I was just meant to birth two children, cook a mean pot roast and expand the oeuvre of Cinderella.

This thing between me and Cinderella didn't start with THE CINDERELLA PACT or the movie on which it's based, LYING TO BE PERFECT. (Lifetime. This Saturday. 9 p.m. What? You think I'm writing about this for my health maybe?) Oh, no. Cinderella and I go back. Wayyyy back. And, next to Barbie, I can think of no other fictional creation who so screwed up my adolescence.

Thanks, Cindy.

I blame numerous exposures to Cinderella from a young age, including the Golden Story book and the gawdawful Disney version (for which I had a sticker book). But it was the Leslie Ann Warren/Stuart Damon Cinderella that really captured my imagination. Leslie Ann Warren was so delicate and Stuart (Alan Quartermaine,Damonwarren   General Hospital) was so handsome that I would forever fall in love with men possessing jet black hair. Like my husband. Ahem. 

But the real story of Cinderella is so NOT Leslie and Stuart. As with many Grimm's fairy tales, it's so dysfunctional that Cinderella would need a lifetime prescription to Prozac and ten years on the couch to recover.

Here it is from a modern point of view: Grieving daughter dissed by pussy-whipped father at behest of new wife is surrounded by two Mean Girls who, unlike many real life Mean Girls, are fat or geeky. Underlying psychological motivation as explained in high school cafeteria? They are just sooo jealous 'cause Cinderella's so beautiful. After some fraud involving scalped tickets to a royal ball (and we won't even begin to get into the monarchy/peasant dynamic) and next you know Cinderella is by the fire alone, tending the ashes and playing with the rodents. (Plague anyone?)

Following the narrative so common to German fairytales (and, therefore, my own heritage and DNA), Grimms  Cinderella puts her head down and works hard because, as all us Germans know, work shall set you...No. I won't go there. Her diligence and modesty and unwillingness to challenge authority are rewarded with the visit of a "fairy godmother," a botanical cautionary tale to be more careful when selecting mushrooms from the Black Forest. 

Soon the psilocybin kicks in and the pumpkin's turning into a coach, the rats are coachmen, the mice are footmen and her rags are gorgeous gowns. Also, there's this glass slipper which, as I point out in the opening of The Cinderella Pact, is a design flaw, though when you put it in the historical context of Japanese foot binding, it's more than that. It's yet another device to control women's mobility. Run too fast, too hard and the glass could shatter INTO YOUR FOOT. Yeah, I'll take binding.

Cinderella goes to the ball where she utters not a word, not so much as a bon soir to Prince Charming but, nevertheless, he falls in love the way, say, a mute might fall in love with a centerfold or a  pole stripper. They dance and dance (still, no hint of conversation) and she runs away because the drugs are starting to wear off. Great way to begin a lifelong relationship, huh? Clearly, Charming's a narcissist with a foot fetish and, quite possibly, is harboring a secret drug problem, too. Ozzy Osbourne's written all over this one.

Does he attempt to find out who Cinderella was? No. He can't. You know why? Because he doesn't know who Cinderella is. THEY DIDN'T TALK. So he knows nothing. Zip. Zilch. But he's in love because he's all on the surface, all about the pores and the muscle tone. So he works with what he has, which is to say a shoe. A shoe. The Mean Girls are duly embarrassed (feet too fat, feet too long) but Cinderella is a clean fit. Vagina just right. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I write that? I meant, foot just right. Whew! My bad.

Anyway, all's well that ends well. Ideally, by the third year of marriage he'll discover that her real name isn't Cinderella after all. It's Emma Jean. Who knew?

As a little girl, I loved this story.  Certain, like most children, that I was abused and tormented by my parents and siblings, I identified with her the way kids today identify with the similarly abused and neglected Harry Potter. I, too, would someday be rescued and donned in evening gowns and go to the ball where I'd meet Prince Charming. But that was before I hit puberty and - lo and behold - I did not grow adorable and willowy like Her, but rather bumpy like one of the Mean Girls. 

Clearly, I'd been handed a raw deal. This whole coming-into-adulthood business was not as I had been ledCouple   to expect. Not at all. Where was my slim little waist and delicate feet? Where was the lovestruck gaze of the handsome prince meeting mine across a crowded ballroom? Where was the ball gown? (I have yet to wear one. Ever.) Where was the horse?!

Perhaps in preparation for the brutal cruelty of reality, my mother threw me an Ugly Sisters Party in fifth grade. The way she saw it, this was a win-win because whomever was voted the most ugly sister would win, but also she would lose. Get it? We had loads of dress up clothes and makeup, we teased our hair and smeared lipstick all over our faces, added moles and big candy lips. Then we pranced out and my brothers were the judges, asking us questions off the index cards about how we felt about Cinderella or something equally Mean Girl like and that was it. I forget who won, but I will never forget how much fun it was to dress up ugly.

Cinderella-pact1  "Cinderella," a former editor once told me, "is a very powerful word in the female psyche." She's right. It is. It reaffirms the dangerous notion that we're built for better things and that we only need the Right Man to show the world this is so. I think Cinderella explains a lot of midlife divorces, frankly. Forget relying on men. They're good for sex, companionship, and changing storm windows. Do the building yourself and see what happens. Might be surprising.

And that's what my book, THE CINDERELLA PACT, is all about. As for the movie, who cares what the message is there. All I know is they put my book on TV!!! Whoohoo!


* Yeah, yeah. I know it's "Cinderella and I" but tell that to The Wallflowers.


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Funny stuff there, Sarah.

I'm so glad I'm a guy. Sure, I was a bit upset when I found out I could never be an U.N.C.L.E. agent or 007, but it never messed with me the way Cinderella and Barbie seems to have messed with many of the females I know.

I'm right there with you, Doc. It was a sad day when I finally realized the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement did not actually exist, no matter what the acknowledgements said.

Things change. Recent dinner conversation with a young family, "Georgy Porgy" was recited. All I could think of was these days, Georgy would most likely be classed as a sexual predator and closeted homosexual.

And now, we learn Pernell Roberts died; now all the Cartwrights are together. I'm one step from a "No News" moratorium....

Wow, Sarah. I've never heard Cinderella ripped apart like that before. Caustic as all hell, but I think I've had similar uneasy feelings about Cinderella all my life, and never put them into full blown thoughts. The whole 'raw deal of adulthood' and midlife divorces is spot on. Thanks for the eye-opening point of view!

Can't wait for Saturday.

I must admit, Cinderella never worked as a fantasy for me. Now I know why.

Sarah, Jen Weiner is flogging a petition to get the pilot of her new book picked up my a network:

Where can we go to nominate Lying To Be Perfect for awards and stuff?

And wow, I came to General Hospital late in life, so I never knew Alan Quatermain as anything but a pudgy guy. He was adorable!

Yeah, but he couldn't sing worth squat.

Jen's going at that petition with guns ablazing. It'll be interesting to see if that matters.

My understanding about Lying to Be Perfect is that the # of hits on Lifetime's website for it counts. But who knows?

Here in Vermont where people don't own TVs except to watch DVDs, I've had to start by explaining what Lifetime is. 98 million viewers goes right over their heads.

Wonderful post...I had some new insights. However, you might not wish to choose footbinding, which was not a successful procedure unless the foot bones broke.

Good point, Edie. To me, it's one of the most horrific crimes against women.
BTW, there's a new twist in uber feminism these days. My daughter sat in on a feminism class at Bryn Mawr where the discussion was whether we, as Western Feminists, had the right to impose our Western Values on other groups of women, like those who perform clitoridectomies as a cultural rite.
My advice to Anna was to whip out a nail scissors and see who in the class would like to show solidarity with our African sisters.
Needless to say, Anna chose not to take the course.
Talk about losing sight of the forest for the trees!
Here's a link to an article about such a view: http://feministsforchoice.com/clitoridectomy-repressive-or-empowering.htm

You mean Walt Disney was tripping way back when? We'd better take another look at Alice in Wonderland while we're at it (even if the original came from a repressed Victorian pedophile).

What a wonderful, laugh out loud, blog this AM. A warm way to start out such a bleeping cold day -- minus 14 windchills tend to make me quite cranky.

Cinderella does certainly stir up the reponse doesn't it. I liked the "Fairie Tale Theatre" version with Jennifer Beals, Matthew Broderick and Jean Stapleton the best of the traditional stories. The TV version with Brandy and the multiracial cast and the gorgeous costumes was fun too.

The Children's Theatre Company did Cinderella this past holiday season. They do it in the British panto style, which is like a play within a play. The Ugly Stepsisters were named Pearl and Dorcus and the actors who played them were slapstick geniuses and two of the best men that work on that stage. It was a delightful production.

For something totally out of the box, read Gregory Maguire's "Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister". His stuff is definitely dark and is in no way "Disneyfied". I liked it, but can't really explain why. Maybe because it seemed more plausible than the modern versions.

My daughters and I will be watching on Saturday -- I tried to explain to the 14 yo why the name was changed, but couldn't. I wonder if *they* didn't want it confused with "The Pregnancy Pact" that was on this past weekend. That at least makes a teeny tiny bit of sense (or not).

So eager to watch the movie! Have you seen it? Wonder what it'll be like to hear your words(?) and see your characters in real-ish life. Strange. Wonderful.

Cinderella. Hmm. Yes, and I think the story might be--destructive. The same way Pretty Woman is. (Don't yell at me, here.) It's the "All you need is a man" thing. It always bugged me. But I guess it's realy about aspirations, and endless possibilities, and what's potentially right around the corner.

Sarah, will you post the url of the proper Lifetime website?

I think the "Pregnancy Pact" is a plausible reason, Debbra. Screwed over by those Gloucester girls again!

BTW - Have you guys heard of the John Edwards/Rielle (sp?) Hunter sex tape? And that it was shot by Edwards's advisor/lackey Young?


Is there no end????

One more Cinderella story: remember the version some years ago with,uh, Brandy? And Whoopi Goldberg? And Whitney Houston, and Victor Garber as the king, and someone like Ricardo Montalban's son (or something) as the prince? Anyway, it was very muilt-racial and multi-ethnic and I thought it was terrific and successful and thought-provoking.

So I was talking to the guy who cuts my hair about it, saying how consciousness-raising it might be for kids, and he told me his pre-teens hated it.

Hated it? I said. Really?

Yeah, he said. They said it was not realistic.

I was baffled. Not--realistic? (Not a test you'd generally apply to a fairy tale.)

So he says, yeah, they said there couldn't be an Hispanic prince who was the son of an African-American mother and a white father.

That stopped me in my tracks. The mice turn to horses, that's okay? The pumpkin turns in to a coach, that's okay? She has a magic dress created by a fairy, that's okay?

Yup, he said. That was all fine for them. It was racial thing they couldn't believe.

Oh, Sheila, Alice in Wonderland is SO a drug-induced fantasy. It was meant to be political satire, too, not a children's story at all.

On the ballgown issue: I think that's partly why so many young (and older) women spend so much money on fairytale weddings, they want that ultimate fantasy of appearing as the breathtaking vision they know they could be, if they only had every eye focused on them whilst wearing an exquisite gown. All too often they forget there's an entire lifetime of drudgery and strife (along with some good things, of course) after the big day.

I've worn a ballgown a couple of times, and it's meh. I was uncomfortable the entire time, worried about something. And since I've mostly worked at home for the last 25 years, high heels are brutal when I have to wear them. Glass slippers? Not in a million years, I don't care how hyped up on psychotropic drugs I was!

Love your advice to Anna about the class! Oh, yeah, so true. At arms length it's easy to make pronouncements, isn't it?

And Sarah, it could be "Cinderella and Me", depending on the context. "Me" is not a forbidden word, and is more acceptable than using "I" sometimes. ;-)

Sarah, don't forget the bits in the original fairy tale about the stepsisters CUTTING OFF CHUNKS OF THEIR OWN FEET to fit in the glass slipper! In the version I had, there were doves or something that then called Charming's attention to the blood dripping off their limbs. Talk about an analogy to Chinese foot binding!

I love the Rogers and Hammerstein Cinderella, mostly because I love watching Leslie Anne Warren dance. But by the time I was in my late pre-teens, I pretty much wanted to be April Dancer or Bat Girl.

Got the DVR all set for The Movie . . .

You guys have fun on Saturday night. I'll have to wait til it comes out on DVD *sob*.

When I reached the Ugly Sister Phase, the next step was Rock & Roll and black leather! What a great way to torment beauty with ear-splitting, rude guitars. Some things we never grow out of. (I'm going to a Wolfmother concert on Fri night, I'll probably be the oldest there and deaf afterwards...)

My favorite was Mulan. But that's a different generation, wasn't it.

Kerry - I know! Anna has an original Grimm's book (that I bought her as a gift in high school, would never have given it to someone younger) in which wives regularly come across beheaded bodies, etc. Those original stories are brutal. Strumplepeter (Remember?)

Hank, that's a fascinating story. Absolutely fascinating.

Laura, my daughter loves Mulan. Cinderella not so much.
I don't even know what Wolfmother is, but I suspect I am one.

As always, the answers to Life's Questions can be found on YouTube:


Tarts, this one's for you....:)

William -- OMG!! That is definitely a LMAO moment. Too bad I got the hiccups because I was trying to stifle the laughter (the acoustics in the converted warehouse where my cube resides are kinda wonky.

Speaking of wonky and Alice -- has anyone seen the trailer for "Alice In Wonderland" with Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter? Talk about your pyschotropic pharmaceuticals at work! Can't wait to see it, but this ain't no Disney version.

Bless you William! Just sent it to Anna!

I guess I need to give up my membership in the Girly Girl Women's Club. Cinderella & Barbie never told me I had to be or look like them. Barbie, especially, was a way for me to channel/play what I wanted to be (of course, none of which came true) not how I wanted to look. I knew that I would never look like that...all I had to do was look at my mother, grandmothers, aunts, cousins. I was going to look like them and no sense in dwelling on it.

My father made me think twice about the whole Cinderella/Prince Charming thing. He wouldn't help me go to college with the justification that I was only going to get married. Why waste the money. I saved money to go one year, then couldn't get any loans because he wouldn't stop using me as a dependant. So I just started working. Married at 22 and haven't looked back. You can bet that we taught our daughter that she was going to get a college degree & get married because she wanted to...no because she needed someone to take care of her.

Seems to have worked so far. Shame I didn't have more influence on my stepdaughter.

I did a paper on this in college. Sleeping Beauty is another winner for young girls. My English prof thought it was too radical, but when I gave it to a female Lit professor, she told me to get it published.

Years later, a book called The Cinderella Complex came out. Same themes - how many women are passive, not willing to exercise their own will to reach their potential because they keep thinking some man is going to come and save/rescue them. Think again, girls. Turns out (TLC men and spouses of women exempted) it's the women who ends up taking care of the men.

Yeah, it's a generalization, but ask yourself - most women have jobs other than running the house - and who does most of the work of running the house?

I highly recommend "The Paper Bag Princess" and "Princess Smarty Pants" as children's books rather than the Fairy Tales.

LOL! William, that was priceless.

I remember those bloodthirsty original Grimm stories, especially Bluebeard. Oy, vey. A serial monogamistic serial killer.

I dimly remember the Leslie Ann Warren version of Cinderella, but would love to see it again, if only to see what Stuart Damon used to look like before he got so beefy.

And yeah, Hank; what's up with that?

P.S. Let's not forget the real lesson of this piece:


If this doesn't work, go to Lifetime Movie Channel, and search for Lying to be Perfect. It should provide links for e-mail reminders and where to find it in your area.


Thanks, Kathy, but this ain't no Lifetime Movie Network thing, baby. This is THE Lifetime. Like main channel!

Here's the link:


And, thanks.

BTW - It was in TV Guide and Entertainment Weekly!

I love this post, Sarah, and I remember the Leslie Ann Warren show too. I thought she was so beautiful and Stuart Damon so handsome. I wanted to be the beautiful Cinderella, not the one who tended ashes. Was it to teach young girls that if you work hard keeping house, waiting on others and keeping out of people's way unless you're needed, you, too, could realize the goal of having a good-looking, wealthy husband and whatever else your heart desires? Bum rap! IMO, what it did was make some of us girls want to be rich, married to Mr. Hunky and have the highest standing in the community. If I'm a subservient twit, then I, too, can rise above this and become director of my kingdom. Hmmm...WWCD? (what would Cinderella do?)

Despite all the disappointment (not really) of not reaching this ultimate reward, I still like Cinderella, more like the Enchanted-type of Cinderella though.

Sarah, I just sent a recommendation to a slew of family and friends. Hope one of them takes pity on me and invites me over to watch with them!

Thank you, Karen!

For those of you who've never seen Leslie Ann and Stuart together - here's the part that melted my heart when I was 8


Sarah, congratulations on your movie to be shown on Saturday night. I saw the full-sized article in TV guide. This is a great accomplishment by you.
I watched My Fair Lady the other evening and it just now struck me that Eliza was plucked by Henry Higgins a la fairygodmother mode to satisfy his ego. Eliza was a good girl, she was and somehow didn't mind sitting in the cold selling flowers. Cinderella cheerfully cleaned the fireplace and said nary a word of rebuke when put upon by those nasty stepsisters.
It seems that when a ball gown is placed on a young lady everything transforms that girl. Eliza is a vision when she steps into the ballroom. Cinderella,lacking the fnishing school enhancements shines among all others. They are immediately swept away into a night of glorious dancing.
Next day, back to the cinders and maybe back to selling flowers on the street. In both scenarios, the men exuded power. Henry, in his most obnoxious way grew accustomed to her face. The Prince became fascinated by feet. Cinderella and Eliza won over their respective males by being sweet and lovely. But I never forgot the lessons I learned that if I followed these fair maidens' example as God is my witness I would never have to clean again. Ask me how that is working out as I take the mop to to the kitchen and begin another day of housework. Sigh! Oh well it ain't a big castle but it's my castle.

The Day After. Excellent point, Marie.

Ever After
That is the Cinderella movie that I liked. Drew Barrymore kicked bad guy butt.

Darn Canada, I can't even watch the trailer for Lying here. I guess I am waiting for it to come out on DVD as well.

William, that clip is hilarious!

I must not have been affected by the fairy tale concept because I did get married at home, 12 people there, no big dress, made my own cake . . . Of course it only lasted 2 years, maybe if we had gone all out it would have lasted longer (not).

And yes, I have noticed that women seem to do the majority of the 'work' in a relationship, so once the glass slipper comes off, put the work boots on.

I like the way the story is told in the Drew Barrymore movie, Ever After.

I just remembered that my sisters and I made up better (nastier and more violent) lyrics to the step-sisters lament from the Rogers & Hammerstein Cinderella (that's the Lesley Ann Warren one in the clip). We LOVED the step sisters because they were such blatant jackasses and Cinderella was just too weak for words. I mean, really? We thought Cinderella needed to grow a damn spine.

Found this on You Tube - and who better than Alice Ghostly and Kay Ballard?!


I LOVE Kaye Ballard (The Mothers in Law with Eve Arden, priceles). And let me tell you, she would be a hoot to be married to. Alice Ghostley's great, too.

Ah, but MY favorite part of the HEA stories was that they all married guys who could afford to hire help! They worked hard, but then got to sit on their tuffets the rest of their lives, in my extended version of these tales.

Gaylin, I made my first wedding dress (and my two attendants' gowns), and then wore a silk sheath dress (that I wish I could still wear) for my second wedding in Vegas. No insanely pricey gowns for me. And I made a gown for my oldest daughter when she got married in 2000. Then told the other two not to ask me to make theirs. Once was enough.

To Debbrause: are you my cousin-in-law? married to Mark? from Bucyrus, Ohio, originally?

If yes, Wow! (And I go by middle name in the family, first name with anyone else.)

I just watched the "Ten Minutes Ago" clip. Sigh, how lovely.

But it cracked me up to notice a zipper in the back of Damon's costume. Bonehead mistake for a costumer.

I was musing while dragging the mop across the kitchen floor that Sleeping Beauty might have down more harm than any fairytale girl when she told those elves to Whistle While You Work. Okay, raise your hands if you have whistled while you slopped that swill that you want to pass as supper unless you are Julia Child. If you ever sang Someday My Prince Will Come while cleaning the bathroom windows or spraying Lemon Pledge to convince others that you indeed have been cleaning all day. Obviously, I need to be rescued from these cleaning fumes before I run out of the house in a stark, raving mad frenzy!

Oops! Wrong fairytale girl...should have said Snow White. There go those fumes again.

Marie, You're cracking me up. Keep on sniffing those fumes as they are taking you to new heights. I'm enjoying your flights.

I read the cutest version of the princess and frog HEA tale somewhere on the internet, but can't find it. In the story, the Princess is eating her organic, locally-grown salad next to the recently restored lake when Frog hops up and asks her to kiss him. "For then," says he, "we can marry and you will be my Queen, live in my castle with me and my mother, bear my children, wash my clothes, cook my meals, and care for me all of my days."

Later that evening, dining on succulent frog legs, the Princess snorts, "No f*#&ing way."

This is what I remember Stuart Damon from:


Of course (koff koff ahem ahem) Alexandra Bastedo has *NOTHING* to do with it....

I have read that the "glass" slipper was a mis-translation of "fur" slipper -- now that would be much more comfortable (if less shiny and pretty). Kathleen Ragan has two terrific collections of stories with strong women -- _Outfoxing Fear_ and _Feerless Girls, Wise Women & Beloved Sisters_.
_Inviting the Wolf In_ (I think that's right) deals with the harsh elements and warnings in many of the old tales.
. . . and speaking of newer tales, a St. Louis author pointed out to me the danger in Bella's passive acceptance of physical and emotional abuse in the Twilight series . . .

Off to a Gateway Storytellers meeting shortly. Saturday, I'll be watching a a neighbor's house -- so glad she has cable!!

Has everyone here seen Sondheim's INTO THE WOODS?

My favorite song from the show is the duet by the two self-absorbed princes:

And the wolf (the acotr doubles as one of the princes!) encountering Red Riding Hood:

Perhaps the most important song is the witch's "Children Will Listen.' Here's Bernadette in concert:

When I was a young impressionable lass I was caught up in the song that Stuart Damon sang entitled "Do I love you because you're beautiful." It went on to ask "or are you beautiul because I love you?" After all these years of marriage I think the questions blur and both are answered in the best possible way.

Nancy, I ADORE Into the Woods.

Sarah, you really nailed this fairy tale. Next I want you to dissect HANSEL AND GRETEL. My 7-year old daughter and to a lesser extent, her twin brother are fascinated with this one, for obvious reasons (they're the right age, and they would love to sink their teeth into an edible house). My daughter keeps renewing a certain version of it from the school library, which features fiercely scary illustrations and a big emphasis on the Mean Mother (not even a stepmother!) who makes the wimpy father take the kids out into the woods and abandon them. What the hell is this all about?!

One thing that occurs to me: my daughter is rehearsing for the possibility that she will one day need to bake an evil witch in her own oven. If anyone could do it, I think this kid could.

In response to Mary Eman -- sorry, I'm not related. I do have a brother named Mark, but have lived in the North Star State all my life.

Gotta luv the cosmic implications of the blog universe though ;)

Nancy, that's some costume on that wolf. Whoa. I'll have to catch that play sometime!

Love Bernadette Peters, no matter what she sings.

I once was told by a man I was working with to read 'The Cinderella Complex' because he thought I was too passive (turns out, I eventually realized he was right). I always felt sort of half-influenced by fairy tales--I knew I was not a princess, not a great beauty, would have to make my own way, get my own education, support myself. But in other ways, I still find myself believing happy endings are good. Haven't heard the 'Ten minutes' song since the original broadcast, I don't think, but I could sing every word right along with them: think it made a deep impression? Also the lines on 'do I love you because you are beautiful or are you beautiful because I love you?' The Bernadette Peters 'Children will Listen' is too true!
Still hoping that a friend will let me share her cable for watching--all the best for a terrific audience and ratings!!

BTW, I just posted a TLC link to this blog entry on my Facebook page . . . it's the perfect way to advertise for the show. Go, Sarah!!

My favorite Bernadett Peters song is from Saturday Night Live, 'Making Love Alone'.


Unfortunately there isn't a video out there of the SNL show, but she was standing on a dark stage next to a shiny black baby grand. She wore a beautiful beaded shimmery gown and sang this song.

My friend Carol told such a funny and wonderful Chicken Cinderella story tonight!! Stories ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous, and we had fun!

Karen, you can join my neighbors and me to watch -- it's only . . what? . . a six-hour drive??

I loved your explanation of Cinderella, which was also my favorite fairy tale...thank you for explaining how it screwed me up too!!! I never considered it so fully, but I knew those fairy tales were at the source of my wild imagination and belief that has proven so wrong, no body really lives happily ever after...but all I saw was the Disney version way later and loved the old fairy godmother; this fantasy started out in my own head with my very old story book, which I sure wish I had today! I will look for your Cinderella Pact book, here in MN!

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