maybe it was the pseudo-step sisters.
or the evil step mother.
the fairy god-mother who sings "BIBIDIBABIDI BOO!".
perhaps, even the pumpkin that turns into a carriage, the mice that become white horses and the dog that turns into a horseman.
maybe it's the glass slippers.
or the fact that i tend to stare outside my bedroom window and day dream about a palace and and a prince and a happily ever after.
.....
these and a whole lot more characterize modern day feminists like myself. but the truth is, i don't have step sisters, (or a step mother, in that case) , nor have i ever encountered a fairy god-mother that would instantly turn me into this glamorous, drop-dead gorgeous princess that all girls would absoultely die to be like.
nope. truth is, i'm very normal. yep. more than you could ever think of.
this is hard to believe, but growing up, i never dreamt about a cinderella life. you know, the kind of life characterized by the rags-to-riches kind of thing. as a little girl, i used to think that it was way too cheesy how they portrayed girls like cinderella.(*yes, even as a small child, i was that pessimistic*)
okay, so maybe i was fascinated by fairy tales and all these girls who would go to fabulous parties and stuff, but i never wanted to live the life they had. why?it's mainly because i always thought they would spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity and pure boredom.
imagine the rest of your life tied to (okay, okay..*rolls her eyes*) a dashing, HOT young prince without having so much of a 5-minute conversation because he's too busy looking after his kingdoms..his horses..etc.
(so, okay, my friends are probably saying "come on, chai, you?!not liking a prince??"now.)
the thought is nice.but i'm not into that domestic drama. i don't want to stay home to raise babies. that's such an effing drag!!!! i wanna be free and go out and meet new guys.(oops.caught.haha)
seriously, though. i don't want that to ever happen to me.not in a million years.
i don't hate fairy tales. i hate the way they make young girls believe that there's this thing called "magic" and the way they make them want to be blonde, blue-eyed and gown-clad. no one lives like that these days.atleast, not in the philippines. but the point is, they shouldn't be giving these innocent minds the impression that real life is like how these books show them. these girls would just expect too much. they would even tend to grow up waiting for a fairy god-mother to appear.
and once these expectations were not met?they'll only get disappointed.
poor girls.
.....
the clock now strikes twelve.
knowing that the spell would be wearing off soon, cinderella dashes outside the palace without so much of a goodbye to her prince charming.
the beautiful gown is slowly turning into her old ragged clothes, the magic is fading away.
not far behind, she can hear the prince calling out, saying, "wait! i don't even know your name!"...
but she can't look back.not if she wants him to find out who and what she really is.
as she quickly descends the steps, she leaves behind one of her glass slippers. but she knew she can't go back for it.she had to go...
tears started to fall down, unchecked.
she wasn't a princess anymore.
she was just plain old cinderella again.
no more magic, no more glamour...
just the house to sweep and a dirty old fireplace to clean...
