Well the semester has come and gone almost, and I have one allotted blog left. We’ve finished our readings, our classes will now be filled with our favorite films and frantically pulling together our last paper, saying goodbye to our first freshman semester, our only GRW. So I sat for a while thinking about what my last blog should be about. Usually I’m responding to a reading from the night before, or an essay by Bettelheim or Zipes, the real movers and shakers and controversial figures of the field. And that’s about where I stopped thinking about what I should blog about–I already knew. I didn’t have to go back and find another quote from one of our dozens of tales and essays, I had just said something that fascinated me. Here I am casually throwing around scholars’ names like Zipes and Bettelheim not even thinking about it and everyone knows what I’m talking about. Every single one of us knows who they are, we can all argue them, side with them, defend their views, discredit their views with the findings of some other scholar. We know the differences between Perrault and D’Aulnoy and Grimm, and we know the darker side of Disney (but love the movies anyway). We know these fairy tales inside and out, we know the leading scholars of the field, we understand Disney’s motives. I can definitely say that I learned this subject. Really learned it. I cared about the readings and wanted to read on during “The Bloody Chamber” just like I know a lot of us did–most of us didn’t want to put it down. And that’s awesome to me!
I actually saw and understood how the Grimms collected their tales. How they wished to preserve their culture as Germany struggled to form a solidified country, and how their stories reflect this; the religion, the patriarchal order, the oppression of women. Just knowing that most of the fairy tales my mom read to me from our Grimm anthology were told to the Grimms by their female neighbors was so cool to me! To see how these tales evolved, varied by author, culture, time periods was amazing.
That was another thing: this class showed me that it was ok to read fairy tales as an adult. I grew up thinking that fairy tales were something just for little kids, but this class showed me how historically and culturally revealing fairy tales are, how they are a viable source to trace societal evolution. Which was another awesome thing: Disney movies could be used as a critical and solid source to magnify the culture of the time period. Who knew right?
A few weeks ago I found this quote (on Tumblr of all places) that was quoting Albert Einstein: “If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” And I immediately, whole-heartedly agreed. Because that’s what this class was trying to teach us all along right? Fairy tales were meant to entertain and teach. To teach children the social do’s and don’ts of the culture, to tell girls to beware the big bad wolf and tell women to not go chasing their beauty as they age. They teach us that curiosity killed the cat (or in our case, Bluebeard’s wives) and that teamwork always wins out in the end. They teach us that women were oppressed yes, but now it’s propelling women forward, telling women that this is history and we can learn from these mistakes. It teaches us beauty is in the eye of the beholder and fairy godmothers can’t always help you escape. They teach us independence and manners and that Perrault’s silly rhyming morals don’t really mean much of anything.
And so I decided then and there, upon reading Einstein’s words, that there is now way that I’d ever let my children grow up one day in a world without fairy tales.