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But the biggest surprise of “Aschenputtel” [Grimm brothers version of the Cinderella story] is that it’s not about landing the prince. It is about the girl herself: her strength, her perseverance, her cleverness. It is a story, really, about her evolution from child to woman.
It is Cinderella herself who plants the magic tree and requests the finery for the ball (which is celebrated over the course of three days). She walks to the party each night rather than traveling by enchanted coach. She leaves not because she has some arbitrarily imposed curfew but because she has danced enough. Then she escapes both the pursuing prince and her own father by hiding in a dovecote or nimbly scaling a tree.
When the prince finally comes a-calling, shoe in hand, Cinderella greets him in her sooty rags. He may be looking for the beauty with the dainty foot, but, as Joan Gould, the author of Spinning Straw into Gold, notes, she demands that he witness the woman she has been, dirt and all, not just the one she will become. So while he provides the occasion for her transformation, he is not the one responsible for it— she can only do that for herself.
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David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.
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Art and text by me, Grace Kettenbrink
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Awkward times for an awkward Sam.
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Girl 1:
there was too much. I didn't want it all in my mouth
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Boy 1:
giggles
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Girl 1:
that's what she said
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Boy 2:
that was too easy
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Boy 1:
that's what she said
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Boy 2:
that was good
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Boy 1:
that's what she said
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Boy 2:
if you do that again it won't be good
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Boy 1:
that's what she said
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Well you were mean to me last night so I slept with someone else. Yup. I have the most effed up mind.
Need to go to camp where there aren’t boys… Aren’t many boys… Only one boy my age… UGH
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I don’t know how all these teenagers sneak out at night I’m too lazy to even get out of bed
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Hello lovelies! My name is Sam and I am a genderfluid-polysexual photography student who enjoys art, reading, watching old movies, going to see live music, looking at pictures of cupcakes and cats, old wallpaper, elephants, for-get-me-nots and waterstains in books.
