01/01/2013

Perhaps stories such as Cinderella weren’t just a spark for the flame of hope, in little girls who feel ugly. Hard work didn’t do Cinderella any good. She didn’t find a sense of zen in being in the moment of doing chores. Behind the scenes Cinderella probably bitched day after day about all of the work she had to do. Maybe the fairy godmother was just a figment of Cinderella’s imagination, from having cabin fever.

Or perhaps it all stemmed from mental illness. Sure she was a beauty but that form of hallucinations without any meds would get old after a while. After the ball and the lost shoe it was just the beginning. She fit the glass slipper but wouldn’t take her meds. And the book doesn’t cover part two the divorce. After she gains weight and those wicked stepsisters, start to look pretty good to the prince.

Cinderella is pretty much the inspiration for every air brushed ad and photoshoot. For  reality show that are so heavily scripted and edited. Wear this, look there, cry on cue. If the Bachelor wasn’t on tv would these women be whoring their hearts just for a rose? Where would the cast of Jersey shore be? Nobodies lost in the crowd of just another city. Who do we give celebrities so much power?

Just a tangent of my thoughts. I haven’t written for a while so I thought I would come up with some prose. My plans for 2013 are to write more and to do some art. Those things make me happy for some reason. Now I am off to scrape the snow off my car. It warmed up a bit here.