Making Good Choices

Decisions…

Theme: Goldilocks & the Three Bears

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by Meg

Our editor gave us the challenge to write a post inspired by the children’s story of Goldilocks. You know, the dumb broad who breaks into a bear’s house and destroys and steals their stuff – but in a cute way? When I tell my niece Ruby this story, she is drawn to Goldi’s choices. Like Ruby, that’s the part of the story we all remember. There were always two extreme choices and one choice that was “just right.” Aww, the privilege. Continue reading

The Victorian Classic: Nameless Old Lady Hag Thief

Newell, Peter, illustrator. Favorite Fairy Tales: The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1907.

Newell, Peter, illustrator. Favorite Fairy Tales: The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1907.

Theme: Goldilocks & the Three Bears

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by Kat

When British writer and poet Robert Southey put quill to ink in the 1830s to record a long-orated English nursery tale, there was no Goldilocks (nor were there bears in England, but we’ll skirt that detail for now). Efficiently titled, The Story of the Three Bears, his chosen pro/ antagonist was a dirty, old, nameless woman.

It wasn’t until meddling Joseph Cundall came along in 1849 that the middle-sized Bear was given a bit of a sex change and the old hag was replaced by an adorable blonde criminal. Ah, those crazy Victorians. As for the child, according to Cundall, there were just *yawn* too many aging women characters, ushering in an era in which roles intended for older women are unjustifiably awarded to their younger counterparts.

 

Let us revisit this classic tale. Continue reading

Eat Your Congee

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Theme: Goldilocks & the Three Bears

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by Laura Gene

“BaoBao, eat your congee! 15 fen zhong we go school,” said Grandma Xiong.

“But it’s too hot! I burned my tongue, Wai Po!” whined Britney Xiong who was sitting next to JinJin. JinJin accompanied her everywhere.

Grandma scurried over from the ironing board to grab the soup spoon and proceeded to blow on the congealed rice concoction.

“Ew! You spit all over it. I’m not eating it now.”

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