There I was, Cinderella on my wrist and the television screen, and most of all, in my heart. I LOVED IT. I STILL LOVE IT. To this day, I can sing every note.
Fast-forward 40-plus years and I'm celebrating my 51st birthday with my bff, Theresa. Prime rib dinner to die for and plenty of time to comprehensively inventory our boyfriends and the deficiencies and disappointments inherent in our relationships. We love these guys, but c'mon, they ain't no damn Prince Charmings!
sapphire ring like he gave me for Christmas. To be fair, this is exactly what I'd asked for, but still... this completely unromantic gift does not a Prince Charming make.
After more of my complaining, Theresa suggested that perhaps Tom wasn't "meeting my needs." Then it hit me: since Tom honestly and usually meets most of my needs, I (and the rest of my generation) must be the unfortunate by-product of a long-told tale of female rescue by a perfect man who - let's face it, girls - DOES NOT EXIST. I've spent a lifetime looking for that rat bastard and his glass slipper - and if I ever find him, I'm going to beat him to death with the damn shoe.
After a lifetime of looking for Mr. Right, we can learn all we need to know about love from Cinderella's Fairy Godmother: It's Possible! Watch this and weep, girls, and remember that it's all a bunch of crap. Then love it anyway.