Once upon a time there was a poor little hostage slave girl called Cinderella. She fell in love with a prince, or his castle, and he saved her with a glass shoe from all the misery in her life. And every poor little naive 7 year old girl needs to listen to this shit. Well obviously Cinderella was an old version of a gold digger. Yeah yeah you can hate on me all you want for bashing on Cinderella but if I married a guy because of his house or status, you’d all have something to say about that.
Than we have the modern version independent woman Carrie Bradshaw running around NYC in Manolo’s, desperately leaving shoes all around town hoping that some prince will find it. She is everything else but a gold digger, she has spent 40 000$ on shoes, seems reasonable enough since she made the money, she can spend it on whatever she wants. But still all this talk about men?
So let’s take these two as examples, you may find it a bit banal and maybe insulting to take Cinderella and Carrie Bradshaw as examples for womanhood but they are both women widely known. So at least there is a progress, Cinderella needed a man to get her out of her shit, Carrie didn’t, she is a self-made woman. So why than this obsession with finding a prince? Isn’t it enough that we can do it all ourselves? Don’t women have anything better to do than constantly try to “unsingle” themselves?
Being a very independent person, I am horrified by these fairy-tales that have been read to us, I shiver at the thought of saying that I would need a man to save me. I scream when I hear women being desperate for a man to take care of them. And I was about to bash every single woman ever expressing that she needs a man, fictional or non-fictional, until I started to write this article. I just realized, I don’t need a guy to save me from a misery hole, I can take care of myself. I don’t need a man. I want a man. For other reasons than salvation. Why was this so hard to realize? It was either the one or the other. I think I just came out from the independent woman closet.
All this female power propaganda exposure during my maturing years has severely damage my reality view. It has made me into an independent woman extremist, ready to blow myself up at Cinderella tour guide buses screaming “YOU DON’T NEED A MAN”. Maybe Cinderella really just wanted a man, luckily for her he was able to help her out with the inconvenient parts of her life, and here I go accusing her of being the inspiration to a Kanye West song. And maybe Cinderella started her own career as a columnist, divorced the prince, moved to the big city and found a new one. And maybe my friends will stop calling me for going all soft in this article, but I have my moments too.
Just remember children, to live happily ever after is boring and more out than the fur boot. So I’ll finish it like this: they lived passionately ever after, with occasional fights and glass shoes flying at times, but still very passionately. And not ever after.
By Zorana Micic
Image courtesy: Barbara
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