WHY WE CONTINUE TO LOVE CINDERELLA STORIES EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW BETTER?

WHY WE CONTINUE TO LOVE CINDERELLA STORIES EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW BETTER?

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“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic. I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes. The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl.” Amy Adams

 

Let’s face it, the formula that drags us to the movies is a tale told over and over. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. Oh, and usually there is a romantic gesture that is far fetch, that’s out of reach for most humans. Yet here we are tuning into the silver screen or reading about romance likes its brand new.

Day to day life may be too boring and riddle with too many complexities. That show I would not tune into. That show is life I have one of those messy imperfect lives, we all do. Yet I love watching predictable tear jerking, cliff hanging, (not) will he get her back? I love corny cheesy endings why not?

The impossible stage to set that otherwise would totally be out of reach. How do we enjoy the Hollywood moment and stay grounded in life? Really there is no other choice, life is what we were called to go thorough.

Women get together across the country to watch shows together such as “The Bachelor, The Bachelorette”. They gather sharing in wine and good food and gush over the predictable, implausible, story. Fashion, hair, make-up, script, sets that are breathtaking. Sets that do not show a pile of bills or old magazines, no cobwebs or dirty dishes.

Men will never get it nor should they. As for us women, we are smart, I swear, we know better, yet we love all that that implies. Give us a hero that is solely focused on the heroine. Ultimately we will learn to be our own hero, we will learn how to become awakened, and empowered.

But for that moment, give us the shirtless wonders, and the mind numbing script. We will buy that all day long. Two of my personal favorites are “It’s Complicated, and “Somethings Got to Give” I have admittedly watch both movies dozens of times. Oh! “Sex and The City” series, and both movies. Happy ending in super pricey heels, not bad. Cinderella here we come marching in Milano Blahnic’s.

Yet I never wear heels, I am tall. I do not spend a ton of money on fancy clothes, but I love the way they look. I know how much it takes to pull off that castle in the sky, yet, I am still a sucker.

Why do otherwise intelligent people buy into hopeless fantasy? Just for that reason alone. If the story is done properly it will take us out of the moment and into the make-believe. Riddled with fictional scenes and beautiful staged designs. We are there, Hollywood will keep it coming because we will keep showing up.

In life and love we will figure out quickly the day to day. The moments of change and growth. No one is there to put us in the outfit to compliment perfect moments. Life will be just us, living life. We will have our whims, our illusions, our moments, that we know are not our truth. When the time comes we will embrace our truth.

The book I wrote is my story coupled with sassy fantasy and sobering life. Lessons come out of love if you’re paying attention. I took my story and put it into words to share with you. Is it worthy of a Monday night gathering of girls? Hell yes. Read the book and walk away with a little bit more than you started out with. My truth is no different than yours. Journeys of love should be shared.

 As for my prince charming? I had to do a great deal of work with myself first. He showed up but in a way different outfit.

 My Mantra: “I am blessed to share my story and to escape in others stories”

 

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About the Author:

Tink, Katinka, KatieKate, Mamu. All names given to me depicting the many hats I wear. Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other single woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. I have realized not one man on my roster has fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself.