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One little brown spot and suddenly it’s a Poison apple.

Recently I was watching Cinderella- the original cartoon version, not the whacktacular version with Brandie and Whitney Houston (speaking of cracktacular whacktacular). You know the one in which Whoopi Goldberg and Jennifer Garner’s dad on Alias mate to produce a Filipino son.- anyway and as always happens I got angry that the stepmother is evil.

It’s well known that the Grimm brothers didn’t do much to advance respect and reverence for stepmothers. Those bastards will forever be on my shit list for coining the “wicked/evil stepmother” phrase. Where’s the disdain for the fathers who left their children in the care of these women and who let themselves be controlled so easily? But I digress.

There are several theories as to why fairy tales are filled with evil stepmothers. One is that it is more believable that a stepmother would be trying to off the kids than a mother. Maybe, but most stepmothers I know are just as horrified at the thought of hurting a child as are mothers. I have my own theory as to how fairytale stepmoms got such a bad reputation. These stories are told from the child’s side. Did anyone ask Snow White’s stepmother for her version of the events? Everyone knows kids are prone to exaggeration (I never knew until just now how to spell exaggeration. Two Gs. Who knew?) and even outright lying. Here’s my theory on the origins of some well-known “wicked” stepmothers.

Snow White– In Snow White’s version, her stepmother gives her a poison apple to try to kill her.  Now, I recall one time when my stepson accused me of trying to kill him because I suggested that he drink water from the tap since we don’t keep bottled water around the house. We live in an well-populated suburb of a large America city, not in a third world country or even somewhere with well-water. So the idea that tap water would kill him is a bit of an exaggeration (Two Gs!) don’t you think. Is it really a far stretch to believe that Snow White’s stepmother told Snow White to go outside and take a break from Facebook and gave her an apple. In all her teenage brattiness,  Snow White huffed out and examined the apple which just happened to have a tiny brown spot. Looking for any excuse that she could to hate her stepmother, Snow White declared her horror at the brown spot and that she had been given a POISON apple and chose to stay outside and sulk.  The dwarves that took her in? They were actually the quiverful family down the street that simply didn’t notice that she wasn’t one of theirs.

Cinderella– Poor Cinderella forced by her stepmother to do all the chores around the house while her daughters did nothing. I know this one too. My stepson has two chores when he is at our house, setting the table and making his bed, yet I can’t tell you how frequently he bemoans having to do EVERYTHING around here. You see when Cinderella lived alone with her dad, things like eating at a table and basic sanitary conditions went out the window. Men do not see mess, so Cinderella’s dad couldn’t have told you if Cinderella even had sheets on her bed much less whether or not it was made. And dinner, he just wanted to eat it in front of the TV. Then in comes the horrible stepmother with her family dinners and hygiene requirements and suddenly Cinderella’s life of sloth came to an end. And those ugly stepsisters, obviously when they weren’t willing to put up with her attitude and complaining about all. those. chores., it was because they were jealous of her beauty. Too bad they didn’t write a follow-up to Cinderella after she is married and has kids and then finds out what it really means to have to do everything around here.

Hansel and Gretel– Hansel and Gretel’s single dad liked to do whatever kept his kids happy and out of his hair. If that meant playing with dwarf figures (or whatever the old time equivalent to video games would be) and eating junk 19 hours a day, so be it. When his new wife moved in she was appalled at H &G’s pasty complexions and rotund figures. So  she took it upon herself  to make some changes. Some might say she was overstepping, but she really had their best interest at heart and quite frankly the family couldn’t afford to keep buying all that junk food after the snack tax was instated. First she started making them eat vegetables, which really pissed H&G off. They were used to getting their way all the time with their dad. So they were none too amused when one sunny day, their stepmom had their dad make them go outside and not come back….for at least an hour. In desperate need of a candy fix, H&G went off to steal some candy from the old lady down the road, home invasion style. The joke was on them when the old lady turned the tables on them. By the time their dad found them, they had revised their story so that “they had been deserted and the old lady had candy on the outside of her house. We thought it was free and then she just went crazy on us.”

OK. I got a little off topic in that last one, but those two German brats (ha ha)  have always seemed a little shifty to me. And what about the mysterious death of their stepmother? Seems fishy to me.

So remember, next time you hear someone complaining about their evil stepmother, there are two side to every story. And one little brown spot won’t kill you.


The most wonderful time of the year

With a nod to Staples for creating one of the funniest commercials ever.

Maybe it’s not the funniest commercial ever to most people, but most people aren’t married to a teacher who starts moping around in early August.  This commercial allows me to crush his spirit by just singing  one  little  line. Feel bad for him for having such an evil wife? He likes to call me during the summer while I’m at work from poolside. Now he is back to early mornings, annoying middle schoolers, and measley paychecks. Aaaaaaaaaah.

I would think he would be happy, now he doesn’t have to spend all day thinking up excuses for why he didn’t accomplish a damn thing around the house. That had to be exhausting.

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

On January 8, 2010, my husband’s 43rd birthday, I presented him with our daughter. It was the best birthday present ever. After 4 days in the hospital before she was in even born (you can read about here if you have 7 or 8 free hours), I was like “Happy Birthday, Mother F’er!” He also got a very nice steak dinner right before we went into the hospital.

A month later on my birthday, after being stuck inside for a week because of 50 inches of snow and the aforementioned newborn daughter, he presented me with….. not a godd@mned thing.

At the time I was pissed. Did I mention how I had just given him a child! On his birthday!!!!?? But now I’ve come to terms with it and learned to only bring it up during the most extreme circumstances.

“I don’t feel like cooking tonight” I would rather play with our daughter, who I gave birth to on your birthday!. Maybe you could cook tonight?”

“I bought these shoes and yeah they were expensive but I figured since you didn’t get me anything for my birthday it would be OK. Hey, where is your birthday present? Sleeping like a little angel?”

“Honey, I know I said I would start cleaning out the litter box again once I stopped being pregnant, but boy, that major abdominal surgery I had to get your daughter out of me on your birthday has really made me tired. Could you be a sweetie and do it for me?

And so on and so on. So I’m left to wonder, did he actually give me a gift after all?”


My husband’s 25th high school reunion is this weekend. I am dreading it. Not that I don’t think it can be a good time, but I cringe when I think about what the other women will whisper to each other about me. “Oh my God, did you see how fat his wife is”? “Can you believe he married her?”

Will they really be saying that? I don’t know. Maybe. I probably would. We’re not all so much better than we were in high school. The real problem is that I’m embarrassed. Embarrassed for me because I hate the way I look and even more embarrassed for my husband that he doesn’t get to show off an attractive wife. He says he doesn’t care but I do. There’s nothing to be done. I can’t lose 30 pounds by tomorrow. I’ll just have to work with what I got and hope everyone will be sympathetic the fact that I had a baby recently (does 6 months count as recently?)