In which Snow White is really just the evil step-daughter.
Poor, innocent Snow White. The fairest (source: magic mirror) of all princesses yet cruelly hounded until saved by her prince. How could I have issues with her? Quite easily it seems, because the fairy tale shows ‘princesses’ are naive and stupid, jealous and cruel.
Oh, she looks cute but there is a cold heart under that dress
Before the main event it’s probably best to tackle the villain of the piece “The Wicked Queen”. The Wicked Queen is a representation of the princess’ greatest fears, that there is someone in some physical way better than you (aka fairness). A constant need of reassurance not from another person, but from a mirror.
“Yes, you are pretty and oh so fair” cries back a reflective piece of glass. The reflection you see is just their own self-image patting them on the back saying “well done you, you hit the genetic jackpot and came out with good looks”. And this goes on until that one day they feel that little niggle in the back of the mind that perhaps suggests there is someone ‘better’.
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In which I’m not as angry as I used to be.
Once upon a time there was a little blog, and this blog was very angry. It was so angry that it rapidly burnt out under its own rage. That site was my first foray into blogging five years ago and was known as “Angry Fairy Tales”.
It was an attempt to write my way out of some terrible times and consisted of me ranting about “Princesses” and the way they treat men. Now that I have my own “Commoner” (for Mrs G is not, and has never been a princess) I look back on those posts with some embarrassment and bemusement at how angry I was. Yet, I was glad I started.
It was the beginning of a healing process that led to me meeting my wife (whose first knowledge of me was from reading Geek Ergo Sum) and allowed me to develop this little hobby of mine from something purely therapeutic into one that I enjoy and let’s me utilise my creative side.
So, for the first time in five years, the first ever blog post I wrote.
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In which I tell you a tale of a dwarf who got hurt but then got better.
Here is a tale from the archives, in fact The Angry Dwarf was one of the first stories on my old site…I must add I am not feeling like this anymore, the scars have healed. So with words and pictures by Me, may I present:
The Angry Dwarf
Far away in the land of make believe there lived a dwarf, not one of the mean and nasty variety but one of the nice ones that you would take home to see your mum.
He had only one weakness.
Princesses. Continue reading “The Angry Dwarf”
In which I am glad that I don’t always learn my lesson.
I’ve had the chance to look back at some of my past year reviews, and being active writing for a number of years it is very interesting to see how my life has changed and how my outlook has evolved.
One of the pivotal years in my life was 2010, I turned thirty and a little crazy but it would also be the start of the rest of my life. It may have been a very bad year but 2011 was a lot, lot better.
It is a year I would return to and make sure nothing changed, for it would likely change the rest of my life. I’d also want to tell myself that no matter what lessons I had been taught that year none of it would be on the exam.
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In which I tell you an angry fairytale.
I had a reminder yesterday congratulating me on my five year anniversary of Geek Ergo Sum, and as per usual it reminds me that this was not my first attempt at blogging. That distinction belongs to Angry Fairytales. Although that site no longer exists I still have the old posts.
It was written at a time where the idea I would be happily married with one child and another on the way seemed like lunacy. So as the name suggests the posts were quite…bitter. Now I look back on them and it makes me laugh. So I thought to celebrate five years of shiny I would retell the story of Nice the Giant (and for the first time illustrated by my own fair hand!)
The Tale of Nice.
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In which I argue that princesses are a bunch of flangiprop.
Fairy tale Princesses are bad enough (looking at you Snow White) but their male counterparts are just as terrible.
Tall, dark, Handsome? What is needed is a word to sum this all up, I propose that word to be ‘flangiprop’.
These are the real reason that princesses fall in ‘love’. It’s not like Snow White, Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty had long conversations before they decided Prince Cute-but-Stupid demonstrated his GSOH that princesses apparently “look for”.
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In which the Angry Dwarf gets a happy ending.
I’m not sure I believe in the idea of a soulmate, but there are certainly people who can change the way you feel. Before Mrs G I was a little bitter towards the idea of ‘love’, so much so that I wrote my Magnus Optimus Prime:
“The Angry Dwarf”.
The Angry Dwarf was written at a time when I was feeling pretty bitter about everything. Events over the last few years have completely changed that mindset around and my thoughts no longer really match the ending. I still like the original ending, but have been asked to rewrite it to make it happier. As the person asked so nicely, and I am unable to say no to a pretty face, here is the shiny unicorns and rainbows ending.
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In which the worst advice is to keep on fishing.
I really don’t like the idea of making wishes, it takes all the responsibility from you to get off your arse to do something and leaves it to the fates. Wishing to be famous/rich/popular/knowledgeable ignores all the hard work required to achieve these goals
Instead of throwing a coin in a fountain keep that penny and use it to start saving to make your wish come true, and rather than hoping your dream will happen go and create the opportunities and seize it.
For example, a post I wrote many years ago on the angrier version of this blog bemoaned the fact I was still a bachelor and I wished something would change. I ranted against the injustice, but didn’t do anything to change the fact that I was still single. Here is that post:
Continue reading “There are not plenty of fish”