Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood


	Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred
	to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she
	would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not
	in fact exist.

	Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional
	households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.

	One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit
	and mineral water to her grandmother's house.

	"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who
	have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between
	various people in the woods?"

	Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss
	and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.

	"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"
	
	Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for women to
	oppress each other, since all women were equally oppressed until all
	women were free.

	"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since
	he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"

	And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a
	special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical
	women's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling
	of community.

	"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and
	hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"

	But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't
	actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way,
	although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were
	inferior to what some people called "health".

	Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of
	delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.

	Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous
	place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based
	on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded
	the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that
	natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.

	Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red
	Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized
	peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as
	valid lifestyle role models.

	On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and
	wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.

	She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her
	what was in her basket.

	Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but
	she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and
	chose to dialogue with the Wolf.

	She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a
	gesture of solidarity."

	The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to
	walk through these woods alone."

	Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the
	extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an
	outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an
	alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me,
	I would prefer to be on my way."

	Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded toward her
	Grandmother's house.

	But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish
	adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker
	route to Grandma's house.

	He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative
	of his nature as a predator.

	Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on
	Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited
	developments.

	Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said,

	"Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in
	your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."

	The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."

	Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

	"You forget that I am optically challenged."

	"And Grandma, what an enormous... what a fine nose you have."

	"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I
	didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."

	"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"

	The Wolf could not take any more of these specious slurs, and, in a
	reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed,
	grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she
	could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.

	"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You
	must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"

	The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on
	her.

	At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.

	"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.

	"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If
	I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my
	own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement
	scores on college entrance exams."

	"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species! This
	is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding
	Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.

	"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her
	grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."

	"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've
	been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected
	flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have
	any aspirin?"

	"Sure," said the Wolf.
	
	"Thanks."

	"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his
	firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any
	Maalox?"







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