Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
That line comes from one of the first stories I ever heard as a young girl. Today, it remains one of my favorite stories. It’s also nice to see that as a timeless classic, this particular story endures. It also must have been repeated so many times in modern classics, twenty-first century romance, literary and thrilling fiction tomes. The craving for attention and sometimes the vanity that is part of our human nature that goes with it helps add excitement, drama and suspense to the many stories that we read and watch.
Yes, we even watch our favorite stories. Many of you, like me sometimes, are just too darn tired on some days to spend even an hour of concentrated focus reading a good book. Instead, we fall to the temptations of our favorite couch, lean back or curl up, switch on the TV and watch whatever is an attraction to us. Many of you are fans of the daily soap. I almost typed out soup. Perhaps I was thinking of that more than soaps.
Although, I wouldn’t mind having a look around for some nice, aromatic and rose petal smelling soaps to spruce up my bathroom. I wouldn’t mind purchasing a few scented candles to get rid of the pongs in my small apartment. My bedroom window is open, so fresh air is wafting through it as I busily type out this post for you. I’m having a bit of a problem with my hearing lately, so can’t hear the birds tweeting outside.
I do hope to see some of them when I head out for a quick walk just now. This is something I simply must do. I’m feeling a bit stiff now and it is likely that I am going to be busy at my desk for most of this day. No complaints, mind you. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, right? It’s good that way. At least I can fend for myself. Work pays the rent and for all the other daily necessities.
Now, I must make provision for the doctor too. That’s life. I was thinking of soup just now. It’s a bright and sunny day where I am but there’s a cold chill coming along with the mist that seems to be heading our way from the Atlantic shoreline. Never mind that. It’s all good. No rain or worse is expected for at least another few more days. I’ll be in the heart of the city tomorrow morning seeing to some of my blogging wages, going to the doctor and then taking care of some grocery shopping while I’m about it.
And let’s not forget those candles and soaps. I’m also in the mood for some decadent dark chocolate or chocolate coated cakes. A small indulgence for me to compensate for my current lack of real passion and love which can only be found in the movies, the books that I read and in some of your soaps. I must be one of the few women of this world that doesn’t follow soaps. It’s unusual, I know, but they quickly bore me.
It’s the same old thing day in and day out. A never ending bore. I like a story with a good introduction, an intriguing and stimulating middle and a thrilling and surprising ending. Of course, all romantics, myself included, like happy endings. We call them fairytale endings too, don’t we. That’s what happens in Snow White, isn’t it? Snow White marries her handsome prince while the evil and jealous queen is vanquished. I remember watching Walt Disney’s entertaining parody of SnowWhite and the Seven Dwarves.
Nothing like good friendship to help a girl through her darkest hours, even if it comes in the form of the most unusual and unexpected of people. I thought the modern version of Snow White was pretty good. Snow White and the Huntsman, to my mind, was very much in keeping with how many modern women feel about themselves today. While the film was pure fantasy the whole way, there was an element of realism attached to it.
Human emotions and the actions that follow it, do not always allow the girl to get her heroic man. Life is complicated, as the cliché goes. So, in this case, while Snow White’s brave warrior is also incredibly handsome, their social circumstances only allow for them to feel affection for one another, rather than to act on it. Snow White becomes the queen, while her potential lover must bow down and serve her, just like all the hundreds of other folks in her small kingdom.
I wonder why we still can’t refer to it as queendom. It’s still a man’s world, isn’t it? There’s talk of what is known as femdom, mind you. And I think that this is wholly unfair. It relates to a domineering woman, usually older than her man, who likes to control him. And in turn, he will gladly go on his knees and willingly serve this Amazon of a woman. A tempting thought, but not for me.
In terms of romantic fantasies, I think I’ll stay true to them through my endless readings of timeless classics and also prolong my own enduring love for literature.
Faith can move mountains.
I’m not sure if many of you have been following the thread of my posts so far. That’s my fault, I guess. You see, I should count