Like most girls of my generation (i.e. 21-years-old and above), I grew up reading Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty. Now, I find it hard to differentiate between the three fairy tales and their heroines. Why does it remind me of all the perfectly turned out trophy wives in my neighborhood? (Yes, I never said I wasn't spiteful.)
I recently bought a DVD of My Fair Lady. I suppose I have grown. When I was a girl, I was in awe of Henry Higgins, and all that he represented. Now, I find him slightly repelling and rather seedy. My favorite song is no longer "The Rain in Spain Falls Mostly in the Plain." Instead, it is the one that Eliza Dolittle's good-for-nothing father sings - "With a little bit of blooming luck..."
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