Just Right...

Dear Goldilocks,

Fictitous as you may be, I felt the need to write and tell you, that you lady, are a true feminist icon. You are the girl who taught me not to settle, to keep on looking until what I find is just right. People may label you a trespasser, and an invader of personal space and privacy, but I guess that's what made you a leader and not a follower. Hell, you even went up against three big bears!

All the other girls, in all the other fairy stories wait to be rescued, you just did your own thing. Need a rest? Then sit down. Feeling hungry? Eat some porridge. Feeling sleepy? Take a nap. What's not to love about a girl who rescues herself? And yes, I understand it's not so much a fairy story as a fable, but it strikes me as odd that the one girl who takes care of herself, gets her comeuppance. The girls who wait to be rescued, live happily ever after, the girl who relys on herself, gets, depending on the version I've read, eaten or chased away, never to be seen again.

Why are bears living in a cottage and eating porridge anyway? What's wrong with a cave? It sits wrong with me dear Goldilocks that you met a grizzly end...I prefer to think you kept the cottage and made yourself some nice rugs, it took a few attempts, but I'm guessing the last one was just right....

Yours sincerely,