Conte de fées féministe
Quand j’ai écrit ma démande de bourse l’idée m’est vénue que j’avais des fées féministes autour de moi. Ces derniers temps, je me plais à dire que je vis un conte de fées féministe (peut-être parce que ma maison me fait penser à un chateau mais qu’il n’y a pas de rôle prévu pour un prince charmant…).
Alors mon père m’a envoyé ceci l’autre jour… 🙂 🙂 🙂
Feminist Fairy Tale!
Once upon a time, in Ireland long ago, a beautiful independent self-assured princess saw a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess’s lap and said: Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into a dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.
That night, on a repast of lightly sautéed frogs’ legs seasoned perfectly in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled to herself and thought: I don’t think so!
Another one from the same Irish source, the “Irish Culture & Customs Newsletter” (bhaggerty@irishcultureandcustoms.com), published in Cincinnati by nice people every two weeks
” Three old ladies meet on the street on a very stormy day in Dublin.
The wind is so strong and loud that they have difficulty in hearing each other:
‘It’s windy,’ says one.
‘No, it’s Thursday,’ says the next.
‘So am I,’ says the third. ‘Let’s go and have a drink!’ ”
(their webpage:
http://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/Newsletter.html)