Mother Goose vs.Grimms: Kill the Bitch

Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.  The little dog laughed to see such sport and the dish ran away with the spoon.  Diddle, diddle.  Daddy did the diddle, diddle with me.  Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean so betwixt the two of them, they licked the platter clean.  Mean and clean and lean……that’s me.  Count the calories, watch the fat, exercise or, you know what?  Just don’t eat at all.  That is probably best.  Then no one will notice that you are freaking out because you will be slim and pretty, lean and mean.  Lick the platter clean and then take laxatives or throw up.  There you go.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?  I poop in the rows and my shit fertilizes the cockle shells and wedding bells.  Now there is a topic for discussion.  What young girl does not want a garden full of wedding bells.  Let’s teach them early on to dream of marriage and love and……what?  What do we dream of?  What do we expect to gain from bonding for life with another person?  Happiness, security, peace of mind?  I dare say we do not expect to be homeowners and worker bees and mothers and fathers or should I say, we do not expect the stress that accompanies these “blessings”.

Fee, fie, foe, fum I smell the blood of an Englishman.  Where is the golden egg.  Jack climbed up the bean stock and found a golden egg.  Well what the hell does one do with a   golden egg.  Wouldn’t someone question the origins of such a treasure?  Did he just bring it down and take it to the local dry goods store to use as trade for flour and milk?

Hansel and Gretel got lost in the woods.  Really?  Who was watching over them?  There certainly was no supervision in my childhood home.  I could have killed animals and buried them in the back yard undetected.  Why didn’t someone question my closet full of new clothes, (the ones I shop-lifted) especially since I had no resources to pay for them.  Oops. No one noticed when I, at twelve  years old,  took my boy friend up to my bedroom for some serious petting.  Seriously, I could have ended up pregnant.  Oops?

Cinderelly, Cinderelly.  What kind of crap are we feeding our children with the Disney version of Cinderella?  Have you read the original Grimm’s story?

“And when she rose up and the king’s son looked at her face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with him and cried, that is the true bride. The step-mother and the two sisters were horrified and became pale with rage, he, however, took cinderella on his horse and rode away with her.

When the wedding with the king’s son was to be celebrated, the two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with cinderella and share her good fortune.

When the betrothed couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards as they came back the elder was at the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness all their days.”

What is the moral to this story?  Don’t be a bitch to your step sister or the pigeons will peck out your eyes.  Now we’re talking.  No sugar-coating.  No promises of happily ever after.  Just the reality that life is sometimes ugly and hard and people get hurt.  That I can live with.

Likewise, the fairy tale of the Six Swans is equally gruesome. Here is how it ends:

Then to the great joy of the King they(the three lost children) were brought thither, and as a punishment, the wicked step-mother was bound to the stake, and burnt to ashes. But the King and the Queen with their six brothers lived many years in happiness and peace.  

Wow!  Te King and Queen were not punished or judged for their harsh actions.  Instead they were rewarded.  They lived happily ever after.

So what am I getting at here?  Who decided we should be loving and gracious no matter what happens to us?  Let’s have some good, old-fashioned anger…..a temper tantrum or two.  Get it out.  What is the alternative?  Is it better to repress and suppress  our true feelings?  Let’s all take antidepressants and completely avoid “inappropriate behavior.  then there is no need to get upset, to scream and yell.  No reason to cry and rant and rave.  No sense in feeling anxious or depressed.  Just take a pill.  Never mind that these emotions may have something to tell you; that they may be trying to guide you.

You may want to skip the following.  It may be too technical for your sensibilities, but it offers a glimpse of what, as a society we are doing to ourselves in an effort to be perfect…to not be messy, confused, angry, etc.

• Repressed material is not available for our use. Every thought and emotion has a potential purpose — perhaps offering new perspectives, and some vitality, and a broader understanding of our wholeness (as we realize that we have the capacity for such a thought or emotion). When we repress, we are refusing these gifts. For example, if we deny our fear, we are not able to use the energy that is associated with it, nor can we have a full perspective on the dangers which are triggering the fear.
• Repression prevents us from understanding ourselves. For example, if we examine our “selfishness” (instead of pretending that it doesn’t exist), we might find the reasons for our behavior; perhaps we will realize that it is actually a reasonable response to people who are abusing our tendency toward generosity. And, in another example, if we analyze a thought of violence toward an offending person, we can learn much about our ego, our boundaries, our needs, our viewpoints, our projections, and other aspects of ourselves.
• Repressed material remains unresolved. If we don’t even admit that an emotion or thought exists, we can’t take action toward a solution. For example, if we disavow our capacity for selfishness, we won’t look for the reason why it occurs, nor will we recognize the ways in which it is wrecking our friendships, and we won’t seek ways to maintain our dignity and boundaries while also being loving and generous enough to support those friendships.
• Repressed emotions become difficult to express in a constructive manner. During their period of repression, they degenerate into primitive forms; for example, repressed anger can become resentment or bitterness.
• Repression causes physical distress. The repressed energy is lodged in the body, where it might be experienced as physical tension, physical numbness, lack of vitality, the physical (and psychological) symptoms of depression, diminished body awareness, and eventually illness. Massage therapists and other bodyworkers know that when their treatments release physical stress, the clients often feel an upsurge of emotions — the emotions that have been locked into those tissues.
• Repression consumes energy. The effort to keep material in the unconscious mind is like the effort to keep a buoyant object underwater; we are using energy to hold back the energy of the repressed elements. When repressed material is released, we might experience a feeling of lightness and freedom — and power, because the energy from the material and from our effort to repress it is now available for a constructive use.
• Repression causes emotional numbness. We repress by intellectually denying the reality of the emotion, and by desensitizing ourselves to our awareness of the movement and pressure of the emotional energy within us. The extent to which we repress one emotion or sensation is the extent to which we repress all emotions or sensations; for example, when we refuse to feel fear and anger, we also lose our capacity to feel happiness and pleasure.

I know my cancer was a direct result of repressed anger. What are you doing to your body?  Listen.  Please listen.  What is your soul trying to tell you.  Elizabeth Lesser tellss a story of going to a psychic who told her this, “The soul comes to earth to learn lessons, not to get married or stay married, or to take this job or that job.  The question is what lesson does your soul want to learn?”

I contend that we did not come here to be pretty and perfect and kind 100% of the time.  In the words of the famous George Carlin:  You may want to skip these because none of them are politically correct!

I don’t have pet peeves — I have major psychotic fucking hatreds!

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.

So I say, “Live and let live.” That’s my motto. “Live and let live.” Anyone who can’t go along with that, take him outside and shoot the motherfucker. It’s a simple philosophy, but it’s always worked in our family.

God bless the homicidal maniacs. They make life worthwhile.

The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.

Need I say more?  Who are we kidding?  This is a fucked up world and we are trying to fix it with a “cover up.”  We need more than a pill to correct what is happening.  A simple make-over will not solve the worlds’ problems.   Who is to say that a good, healthy temper tantrum is not the answer to all our problems.