The original Cinderella film is not my favorite, in interest of full disclosure, so I find it more difficult to get invested in defending it. It’s a very sweet fairy tale, but if I’m going to watch a Cinderella type story, I would much prefer to be watching Ever After with Drew Barrymore.*
But Cinderella gets enough shit in her movie, she doesn’t deserve unwarranted shit from feminists on top of that.
So here I go.
Let’s get one thing straight here, Cinderella only stayed in that home of her own free will.
Why? Well that’s left to our imagination, but I would imagine that it had something to do with it being the last place her father was alive, but what do I know about childhood trauma.
Here’s the thing, Cinderella was resourceful, good at cleaning, handy with a needle and thread, presumably good at cooking, with a sweet disposition and good singing voice. Her stepmother wasn’t exerting any force over her to keep her there, she could have left of her own free will and conceivably found employment in any number of better conditions as a maid, cook, or seamstress.
And what, you would prefer that the Prince fell in love with her because of her skill at scrubbing floors and serving breakfast in bed? Wouldn’t that be even more sexist?
I could go on and on about the last part and about all the things that could be going on between the lines in that scene, but let’s just cover the main thing. Cinderella is perhaps the only woman in that ballroom that did not come to the ball to hunt a royal husband. She doesn’t latch on to him, she is quite lovely, and she much sweeter than any of the clingy women who accost him in other parts of the film. That right there would be enough to make most men curious.
Even if she wasn’t trying for it, reverse psychology works quite well on men who are used to women tripping all over themselves to impress them.
And really? You’re complaining that she’s attractive (or that the Prince has a “type”)? So you are acting in jealousy towards a cartoon woman because she’s…pretty?
Here’s another thing, Cinderella doesn’t go to the ball with the intent to meet the prince. She just wants to get some sort of break from her life, a chance to do something amazing and magical for a single evening.
She doesn’t take the gift her godmother gives her for granted, nor does she ask for more or act like a spoiled brat when the magic is over. She goes back to her old life, with a little something to remember the night by, and gets on with her life. A lesson that many people could do with learning. She might have had a hard life, but she did not act as if she was entitled to anything from the prince or her fairy godmother.
Lastly, no amount of loveliness would have saved her if she hadn’t had the sweet disposition and kindness and bravery that inspired extreme loyalty from her friends. The Duke and the Prince would have had no idea that the servant girl in the tower was the lady from the ball if it hadn’t been for her little mice friends who risk their lives for her.
In the end there is no way that such a shallow character, as the one feminists pretend Cinderella to be, could inspire that sort of devotion.
But good job, feminists, at reducing a strong, kind, and sweet character to a one dimensional cut out, made out of make-up and pretty clothes.
Tune in next week for a guest post on feminist/liberal hatred of Pocahontas. I had to find another person to write it, because I’m mentally scarred by the Disney Pocahontas.
*Incidentally I’m watching that very movie right now.