My wonderful mother...

Sent me this e-mail today that I found fantastic. It had a graphic in it that said:

"This is the fairy tale that should have been read to us when we were little:

Once upon a time in a land far away,
a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess
happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues
on the shores of an unpolluted pond
in a verdant meadow near her castle.

The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said:
"Elegant Lady,
I was once a young handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and I wil turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am.
and then, my sweet,
we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother;
where you can prepare my meals,
clean my clothes,
bear my children,
and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."

That night,
as the princess dined sumptuously
on lightly sautéed frog legs,
seasoned in a white wine
and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled and thought to herself:

I don't fuckin' think so."


And this little anecdote, it charmed me in a way that I haven't been before. Because it isn't a man-bashing, hate-filled bitchfest about how men subjugate women and think of them as inferior. Rather, it was a witty, funny, narrative on how no matter what, women and men are independent of one another. Neither should be subjugated.

Now, I may just be reading too much into this, but I don't think so.

<3