And since it seems like no one else is going to step up, I’ll go ahead.
I was exposed to it when I was a kid. But it didn’t strike me that anything was amiss at the time. (The reason for this is simple: kids are dumb.) It wasn’t until I had kids of my own and was subjected to the story over and over and over again that I began to see the cracks.
I believe it was a month or so ago when I was reading the story to my youngest daughter when I finally hit a wall. “Enough is enough”, I thought to myself. I finished the book knowing exactly what I had to do.
I have to call bullshit on Cinderella.
There is plenty of totally solid evidence to back me up on this. One of which is the laughably half-assed (cruelly cock-teased?) magic performed by the Fairy Godmother.
“Hey, here you go! Isn’t this awesome of me! I didn’t lift a finger for ump-teen years while you toiled away in rags in a basement but now I’ve decided to help! I will do a bunch of magic and make it so you can go to the ball!!!! I know, right?!?!?
“But wait – there’s a catch! For some reason I have decided that my magic will run out at midnight! Pretty cool twist! Yeah, you’re right, I suppose I could have just made the magic permanent. Or heck, used my magic to turn the stepmother and stepsisters into banana slugs or something. But I think this way is much more fun! Don’t you?!?!?!”
But this isn’t even the bit what finally got my goat. That bit would be the glass slipper. Let me count the ways.
#1 It’s a shoe. Made of GLASS. Someone with magical powers has decided to conjure a shoe. Did this magical person choose leather? Canvas? Hemp? No. This magical person chose GLASS. This magical person is an asshole.
#2 The rest of the magical clothes disappeared but the slippers remained. This magical person is an asshole with a sick sense of humor.
#3 This next bit, specifically, is the part that sent me stomping from my daughter’s room. In part because of the sheer lunacy. And in part because I hadn’t realized it any sooner.
Say you are a Prince, and you have just danced and fell in love with a mystery woman. She runs off, leaving only her GLASS SLIPPER behind (I could easily do a “3a” here about the wisdom of chasing a gal who wears shoes made of GLASS).
You know you have to find this mystery woman. But alas – all you have to use for identification is her SHOE. What in the world do you do?
Well the first thing you do is realize that you have something far better than a SHOE to use as identification. Remember the part where you danced with her for hours on end? Now think back. Did you ever, during these hours and hours of dancing, notice what she LOOKED LIKE? I’m thinking that maybe her ACTUAL FACE would be a better form of identification than her shoe size.
So maybe the Prince is an idiot, and somehow this logic escapes him. However the dude is surrounded by minions, footmen, butlers, etc. Did this not occur to any of them? And if not at first then certainly while they were going house-to-house throughout the entire kingdom trying a SHOE MADE OF GLASS on any gal with five toes.
I mean c’mon. Surely at some point All the King’s Men were been charged with, say, capturing some sort of outlaw. When All the King’s Men put up “WANTED” posters do they list the outlaw’s shoe size? Or do they use a PICTURE OF HIS FACE?
Now is it possible that in the original version of the story Cinderella was wearing some sort of mask? I guess so. But if the internet has taught me anything it’s that the internet would never lie to me: a Google Images search for “Cinderella at the ball” returns exactly ZERO photographs of the fair princess with anything covering her face.
If the Prince is too dumb to choose FACIAL RECOGNITION over MATCHING SHOE-SIZE he deserves a poison apple or bachelorhood or worse.
As for Cinderella, despite the overwhelming evidence, maybe she doesn’t bitch about her Fairy Godmother because she’s a glass-slipper-half-full kind of girl. Maybe she figures going to the ball and getting even one dance with a Prince is pretty awesome and that it would be selfish to expect any more.
But then isn’t she slightly concerned when the Prince and his Footmen show up with the slipper? Like “DUDE! Hey! It’s me! Look! Up here! At my FACE!”
Never mind. I’ll calm down. They deserve each other. But tonight at bedtime I’m reading her the dictionary.