viernes, 10 de marzo de 2017

Fairytales: what about the wrongful life-examples?


Yes, those very same that you might have been asking about last week when I defended happy endings… What about the girl who’s seen as a beauty only after her fairy-godmother gives her a magic make-over? What about the girl who changes herself for the man she fancies and even gives up her power of speech to have a shot with him? What about the girl who loves a man even though he is dark and violent as a beast? What about, in short, all the times when we’ve all been told that if we’re not looking pretty and laughing all the time we won’t be loved in return?

Sigh, oh, sigh, we’ve all been given a very wrongful example to follow in that sense! That doesn’t mean that all of those stories are wrong in themselves, but they’re nevertheless erroneous for contemporary psychology and our new understanding of human relations and self-love. The messages of virtue, patience and resignation that might have been important at the time those stories were originally written have taken a new shape in today’s world of speedy races towards success and multiple definitions of feminism.  Everyone uses phrases such as that there is no magic cure or magic shortcut to obtain something, that we should love ourselves as we are, and that yes, patience is a virtue, but that’s rather more associated with Zen than with accepting the abuse of others. Keeping quiet so that we don’t look stupid is not very well seen, either, since most people claim for free speech and prefer to speak up and show their opinion to the world (whether they’re intelligent or not, that’s another matter, but that’s not the point.  Although I do not think that because Ariel didn’t know the difference between a comb and a fork that meant she was stupid – she was only misinformed).

Taking all of that into account, of course there is such a great anti-princesses movement going on in the world! I admit, out of all those classic stories, the only one that I utterly dislike is Cinderella.  I don’t dislike it for the thing about the use of magic to solve her problems (I want that part to be real!), but rather because her problem was “not looking pretty”. That and because there was no inner-change made within either her or the prince; it was just “Oh, I show up, looking prettier than everyone else, not because of my natural beauty but because of my magic dress and accessories, you fall in love with me and so you look for me around the kingdom, yay!” – Wait, I can hear you say “The other princesses are also pretty, so?” (ahem, drum roll, please).

In every other case, even the dreaded Disney versions, every one of the girls have shown their natural beauty in one way or another: Snow White and Aurora (Thalia for some) were seen as country girls by the wandering princes, Belle was kept in the Beast’s castle and thus never really dressed up that much (and by the time of the ball they were already in love with one another), Ariel was found floundering about (pun intended) in a sailcloth for God’s and the Goddess’ sakes, and even Jasmine was walking about dressed as a townswoman. I know I’m missing plenty of Disney examples, but I don’t want the list to go too long, and I don’t want to stick to the Disney versions, either. I will say, though, that I believe this particular detail should be taken as a very encouraging one, because it shows that being natural is an important factor in falling in love.  With Cinderella, however, the point of her only seen as a beauty when she’s been dressed up, for me seems to be the most damaging one: as I previously mentioned, the current knowledge of psychological issues can determine how much a young girl’s confidence is determined by her belief in her own beauty and the things that she might do to conceal or enhance certain attributes of herself; the thing is, if we’re constantly being told that we should love ourselves but we’re also being told that we should look pretty and be happy all the time in order to be loved in return, those  mixed messages can really mortify a great deal of people, and watching a story in which the girl is already pretty but is not being seen because she hasn’t got pretty clothes or makeup on, and only when she does wear all of that then she wows the world, is definitely not my idea of a good example.

I have previously talked extensively about my insights on beauty on previous entries, which you’re more than welcome to read, too. As of now, though, I’ll only say two things about it: 1) we’re all beings of beauty, because a strict measure of what’s beautiful and what’s not cannot truly exist, given that 2) we all have a different taste and we all consider different people beautiful… even those who are considered “Universal beauty icons” can seem unattractive to some of us, because we all have a different perception of what we believe is beautiful.  Having said that, changing things in us to fit in with what “the world” says is beautiful will only lead us into a never-ending cycle of never being happy with ourselves.

Let’s get back to the literary aspects of the story. Given that I’ve already stated that there is no character progression or depth in Cinderella and that’s an important literary quality for me in order to like or dislike a story, I’ll just point out that’s one more reason for my disapproval of it and move on to the next one… I had a very interesting conversation with my husband some time ago about Ariel, because she’s the other example within fairytales which involves the changing oneself to get the other person to fall for you. As opposed to Cinderella, I actually defend Ariel because she had always wanted to be part of our world, even before she cast eyes on Eric, so he was basically just the excuse for her to try it out. There are a couple of things that are very wrong in the situation, however, and one is Ariel’s resignation to the loss of her voice (read: to the loss of her opinion!), and the other is the fact that she still clung to him even though he was unable to recognize her just because she was mute now – especially after all he claimed to be in love with her…  The benefit of the doubt that we could give him is that the gorgeous red-headed girl he had in front of his eyes now was in fact voice-less, whereas the gorgeous red-headed girl that rescued him had sung a heart-melting song, jumped into the sea, then popped out her head to make her point clear before disappearing once again… yet, why didn’t HE give the benefit of the doubt to HER, and realised that she was in fact the same girl and that something had gone wrong? Still, my defence of her lies in how she gave up a piece of herself to belong in a place where she’d always wanted to belong anyhow, and to take the chance of finding true love as well – a situation that all of us expats understand only too well!  On the other hand, my husband said that her original desire was that both worlds could understand each other and that she intended to belong here without having to let go everything that meant being a mermaid. This only happens towards the end, when she’s given the chance to change back and forth at leisure – well, at least in the Disney version! In the original version she is not successful in getting the prince to recognise her in time and she turns to foam, so, as much as it pains me, I must agree with my husband and say that Ariel gave everything up for a man, and this includes herself in every way: not just her voice but her freedom, essence and even life in the end, and all for someone who never recognised her as someone worthy of loving. Scary as it sounds, a lot of women go through that so often and so quietly that we don’t see even half of them… The case of the woman who loves too much is frequently in the spotlight, leaving the case of the woman who tries too hard way back, alone to her luck to turning to foam all by herself…

That being said, The Little Mermaid is also misunderstood in another way: why is the loss of Ariel’s voice seen as the loss of her opinion? Back then maybe yes, back when the story was originally written, because mute people were frequently thought as unintelligent – but not today! It’s unfair to make it seem that children will grow up with the idea that if they don’t say anything then their opinion won’t count, both because the mute and the introvert have a thousand ways to show their opinion nowadays, and at the very least that should be taught from home, even if what the children watch is somewhat lacking in information or technique. The Disney version has both good and bad things, but I think that one of the good things that the creators of this version did was focus on how Ariel not only becomes part of the human world, but also about the psychological changes that overcome her once she’s able to experience all that she had only but imagined, and how that stimulates her to truly understand this world instead of quitting and letting go out of fear… that, and the original desire and intention of helping both worlds understand each other and grow and evolve in friendship are another couple of things that we expats can understand only too much!

I will leave you with that, kind readers, for you to mull over and create your own opinions on these stories – I could be terribly wrong or terribly right about either one of them, who knows?  One thing is for sure, there are many more elements to study within the dissections of all stories, and the older the more content of wisdom or revulsion we can find… the choice to continue fragmenting these stories is yours alone.

I will return next week with a final instalment – for now – in the fairytale theme.  Then we’ll go off on an adventure of some sort, but I haven’t yet decided on our destination.

Love and happy reading,

Sandra Tena ≈ Writer, dreamer, seeker, lover



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viernes, 3 de marzo de 2017

Fairytales: a Defence of Happy Endings


In honour of International Book Day, I cannot let this week go by without speaking of something that shaped my growth: fairytales and happy endings.

There are three specific fairytales that I’ve been wanting to include in this list: Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty. Snow White because it is the first thing I distinctly recall sitting down and reading as a full story by myself at age six – not a nursery rhyme or learning-story (those made up of animals, numbers or colours), and not a “grown up” children’s story being read by my mum or my sister (such as the very same Snow White being read by my mum or my sister, for instance); this time it had been myself that had scanned my bookcase, taken out the “grown up” children’s story book, turned the pages to see which illustrations were more appealing to me, and climbed into bed to read.  I read it from beginning to end, completely unaware that it was the beginning of my long years of reading in bed until three or four in the morning, perhaps not even aware that it was the beginning of a life of solitary creation, yet absolutely conscious of the joy and satisfaction that the rolling of the sentences left in my mind and mouth (up ‘til today, I still read moving my lips every once in a while – maybe it’s the dyslexia acting up, maybe it’s that it helps me visualize the sentences clearer when I’m in a noisy place, or maybe it’s just that I absolutely love the feeling of the words and sentences in my mouth.  Whichever the reason, I’ll always stand up for the people whose lips move as they read, because it’s not a sign of lesser intellect or meekness, so we should all be left alone and respected for however we read or write.  Yes, I’m also referring to those of us who ‘talk alone’, the writers and actors who act up their dialogues in the middle of the street or pub or store – sometimes our characters climb out through our skin and mouth, nothing wrong with that, either).

Right, coming back to the subject at hand: Snow White and how reading that story alone for the first time made me relish in the act of reading.  It was also around that time that I wrote my first poem, a sad little piece about the death of my grandfather, a man still in his fifties who left a whole in my heart because for the first time I’d learned what it was to feel that you’ll never get to know that person because they’re irreversibly gone – even now the consciousness of the precariousness of life and the horrible thought of love lost through death makes me cringe and go mute when the conversation arises, be it in class, in a philosophical debate, in a café with friends or going up the stairs of my block of flats with my amazing husband as we talk about Bridget Jones. Put that intensity of thought inside a five-year-old who knows the world only through her feelings and what you get is a child that will ultimately find her solace in a fairytale about a love lost which was revived with a kiss.

That’s reason number one for my ongoing defence of happy endings: the kiss that will save lives and loves, the ultimate proof that a person cares so much for another that they will get them back from the underworld by the most magical and intimate touch that can ever happen between two people: as the lips meet, the souls connect. If that first soul connection goes right, then that’s a happy beginning and the two of them can set out to build their happy ending. The “they lived happily ever after” thing that so many people seem to hate today, because it gives a “fake notion of reality” or so they say, should never be withdrawn from people’s hopes and dreams, especially if they have been through a difficult path, through a rough situation that has made them become seekers of better things, or even if they’ve “only” been hurt in love and know they deserve better (for some reason, the notion nowadays seems to be that love issues are less important than life-and-death ones, yet I believe that love should be considered just as important in a person’s life as food, water, shelter and the free choice of education, religion, culture, etc.).  And yet, there is a very simple thing to understand here, and that is that the detractors of the “happily ever after” tend to refuse it on the basis of saying that what will eventually break down the couple’s happiness could be his infidelity, her neurosis, his violence, her disloyalty, or any mix-and-match of the above; to that I ask, why has it become so normal to believe that one will hurt the other so badly? Can’t we believe in ourselves as beings of love and understanding? Yes, I know, there are plenty of humans who seem to be made up of pure evil, but that’s a whole other psychological issue to cover at another time (and those are the very same people that the heroes get rid of in fairytales, anyways).

Still, in these kinds of tales, the prince and the princess get their happily ever after because their story is one of search, growth, understanding, maybe even evolution. In some cases, the princesses have had to change their way of life in order to learn something and achieve a higher state of mind, and the princes have had to devote a certain amount of time to search for their reward, to fight off dragons and ogres and become themselves stronger and more determined. Both of them become worthy of the other, and both of them deserve happiness after all the tribulations they’ve had to endure.

Fairytales are not a metaphor of the girl who sits and waits or the man who uses brute force to achieve something, and they’re not allegories to blindness to the truth behind the shiny exterior of the prince and princess, either, but the other way around! They see each other shine because they have polished themselves enough through their trials, and they’ve come to the other side ready to find each other, and they will always and forever deserve that happy ending.

Sure, happily ever after doesn’t mean they won’t hurt when their parents die (because the prince can only become king when his father dies, after all), or that they’ll never have rows about money or how to decorate the house or might even get a few more trials come their way: maybe they’ll lose their first child, another kingdom might try to invade, they realise that the kingdom has gone bankrupt, etc.; yet what’ll keep them sane and returning to happiness will be determined by how they deal with any of those things together, because one of the many things that happiness is, it is a choice, so if they choose to remain loving and supportive, and to keep a positive outlook on life because they’re together to deal with those new tribulations, they will manage to keep the happily ever after active through the ups or downs they might experience… Well, sure, the best thing would be that none of those bad things happen, because they’re fully deserving of unfaltering happiness, as I’ve previously mentioned, but in any case and event, what I just described in this paragraph is my answer to those who say that LIFE cannot contain a happily ever after for any given person – make of that what you will.

Yet, before I go, I need to add that I’m not excusing the over-simplification of fairytales of the sexist interpretations that have been made over and over by movie studios and toy brands. That’s their mistake, not the original tale in question. And regarding the original fairytales: yes, some of them are horrifying and traumatic (hence my inspiration for my paranormal crime thriller Wideawake being Sleeping Beauty!), but that’s exactly why they deserve a happy ending, poor souls!

With that in mind, I will speak of Sleeping Beauty, and also about Beauty and the Beast another time. For now I bid you all farewell and wish upon you a shower of love!

Sandra Cole ≈ Writer, dreamer, seeker, lover

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