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October 10, 2008

Editor's Note:

Today's offering from E.B. White, one of my heroes, is not strictly about writing or journalism, although it could be taken that way. It does, however, describe the life of both the writer and the teacher --at least, on a good day when the bag o' rocks we all carry isn't too heavy.

On these days, writers whoop when words, thoughts and intent come together right; and teachers glow like the little flickering light bulbs that sometimes appear above that kid in the fourth row. This morning I found this glowworm in my email: "You may be interested to find that your class has made me think a little bit about working for the newspaper. It sounds like a fun job! but that would require knowing what was going on in the world, not one of my strengths (but I’m sure you already noticed that. haha). . . I prefer the logical to the illogical anyway, thus I'm an engineer. Your class has really caused me to question most everything in the news. I think you are succeeding in your task of teaching us to think about ‘How we know what we think we know?'"

Hmmm. Even as NPR reports a new 200-point slide in the Dow during a single newsbreak, and nations crumble and slide into the sea, it's going to be a good day. Once I get this sent, I think I'll take the dogs up the mountain.

Good advice

"I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult."

--E.B. White (1899-1985), wise man and writer, who knew when to take a walk with the dogs (Thanks to alert WORDster Louise Montgomery)

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Where are the fairy tales about getting into law school?

By Shannon Johnson

September 15, 2008 | If anybody sees me in a field at night dressed in rags and waiting by a pumpkin, don't suspect anything. I am not crazy. I am waiting for my fairy godmother.

We've all heard the story of Cinderella. She receives plenty of magical assistance by just being there. Huh, how fair is that? She has a fairy godmother, gets a big puffy dress, and marries a handsome prince just because she can't go to party that she's been invited to.

If you were ever a little girl, or walked close enough to a movie theater, Disney's fog has enveloped you. When you woke up three weeks later you remember the neatly animated tales of Snow White and Cinderella while overlooking the glaring inconsistencies.

Because we've all fallen prey to that dangerous little Mickey Mouse, we should remember that our helpless heroine leaves her glass slipper at the ball. In spite of the fact that all of the other magic melted away the slipper stayed. Her carriage becomes a pumpkin, dress becomes rags, but the slipper stays. Maybe she should have taken off the dress so she could hang onto it too.

This is a typical issue that I have with fairy tales, if you're going to have magic, that's fine, but at least follow your own magical rules. If that shoe hadn't proven to be the exception to every magic rule, that still applied to the rest of her attire, the prince wouldn't have assaulted the abnormally large feet of every other women in his kingdom. Didn't the prince look at Cinderella and something in the cockles of his brain that should have echoed recognition? Did he mutter to himself, "hmmmm you look exactly like this girl but I won't know until I see the foot."

Primarily the problem with Cinderella is why is she willing to use this fabulous wish simply to go to the ball and be one in hundreds of women attempting to win over an implicitly dull or at least oblivious prince?

Marriage is the way she solved her problem rather then focusing her energy on, I don't know, running away or getting her father's estate back from the clutches of her evil-stepmother.

No, the way Cinderella saves herself is with her defiance of her stepfamily to go to the ball to get married. Not that marriage is a bad thing, but it seems that in every fairy tale the stars must align to help her find the handsome prince.

In choosing an entirely unrelated example, the are no magic stories about a girl who receives some magical assistance in getting into law school.

That would be an excellent fairy tale.

I guess the real question is where is my magic? My 12-year-old princess fantasy has proven tough to abandon. Part of growing up includes: moving out, acknowledging that no maid cleans up the dishes, and that socks are key to increase the time between doing the laundry. Our lives seem much more of the drudgery in the early part of Cinderella's tale with less and less of the magic.

I am not even asking for a dress, just some singing mice to help with the dishes and weekly chores. Maybe that's what happens: I want magic, But I only want to fit it in the confines of my life, and I want logic to be inversely applied to these doe-eyed heroines.

By now most of you have probably tried to tell me in the confines of your mind that they are just stories.

If they are just stories shouldn't the message be better?

Truly, I know that a little magic to help Snow White gain favor with the people and ostracize her stepmother is not as glamorous as the poisoned-apple kiss-of-life plot, but I think the former would have left the people better off.

Ultimately, isn't that the goal to have these girls become rulers. It really doesn't instill confidence in their governing when they can't even stand up to an overbearing stepmother.

]Is it too much to ask that one princess be an excellent speaker, always do her homework or be good at Monopoly? Can't she be anything other than whimsically beautiful, perfect wife material, and have a tendency for spontaneously break into song?

By the way, where does the prince in Snow White come from? In my experience, there is usually only one monarch per kingdom. Was it a common practice for other nation's princes to go wandering through other countries? The only other prince around would have been her relative.

I really hope Snow White was not rescued by her brother.

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