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My daughter thinks Red Riding Hood dies
In real life, there is no hunter there to save you
Since the day I started telling bedtime stories to my daughter I had the impression that the classics were written for a different time than the one we live in.
Sleeping Beauty’s Prince sounds a lot like a creep and sexual predator. And would Cinderella agree to marry a man after a first short dance?
I believe the key to raising our daughters as stronger women start from small steps, such as revisit the classics in a modern way.
It’s one of the many ways in which I’m trying to empower her: by showing how a woman can be independent, strong, and doesn’t have to wait for a guy to save her day. Because if history repeats itself as it often does, men will pay her less than she’s worth, they’re going to treat her unfairly based on her gender, and they’re going to convince her it’s not her place to stand up to men. And you know what? I want her to be ready. I want her to stand up.
Red Riding Hood deserves to die.
Sorry little red one, but if you can’t recognize a wolf dressed up as a human and you don’t GTFO right away… the most probable outcome is that it’ll eat you alive. And thus you deserve to die.
“The wolf eats Red Riding Hood with one biiiig bite.
