Fairytales have been an indispensible part of most of our growing up years; white horses and palaces and knights in shining armour and whatever came along with.
A dreamer may spend an eternity, awaiting a fairytalesque reality with pumpkins turning into carriages fit for royalty, fairy godmothers transforming rags to gowns et al but a rational mind knows just how flawed and deceptive the whole concept is. Try and assess a fairytale's relevance to today's day and time and you'll see just how much.
"The princess kissed the frog and he turned into a prince."
This particular fairytale ending arouses a series of questions in my mind-
How many frogs does the princess have to kiss until she finds her prince?
Does the excessive lip service make the princess a slut?
What if the princess is unimpressed by the prince's underwhelming snogging skills?
Does she still have to keep him because he, you know, transformed?
What if the prince turns out to be a cocky, narcissistic son-of-a-bitch?
Or worse, what if the prince swings the other way? (If you know what I mean)
And why are fairytales so classist, revolving around royalty and all? What about the general...peasant-kind?
Yes, serve a fairytale with a side of a reality check and you would have made the biggest mistake of your cooking career.
My (not-so-reliable) parental advice? Stick to panchatantra. Talking animals still make more sense than these lucrid hallucinations, (what an oxymoron), we call fairytales.
