Date: Tue, 09 Feb 1999 23:14:57 -0800
From: "Senex R. Rupicapra" <olgoat-AT-kdsi.net>
Subject: Re: SMILE


Richard Singer wrote:
 
>         Did this Rosa call you an Arab?  Is that why there's a smiley face?
> Otherwise, I don't get it -- I thought you were Pakistani.
> 
> >
> >Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self assured
> >princess happened upon 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' 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 the 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, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sauteed
> >frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled to
> >herself and thought:  I don't fucking think so.
> >
> 
>         That joke, I'm afraid, is as old as the ponds.  By the way, it's a
> good thing that she was an "independent, self assured princess" and not a
> wage slave or a serf.  If she were a wage slave or a serf and had just
> turned down the opportunity not to slave for her economic masters (of one
> kind or another) for the rest of her life (in exchange for taking on those
> traditional wife's duties, admittedly), then the choice might have been a
> bit more difficult -- she might not have eaten those frog's legs with such
> relish (so to speak).
> 
>         I imagine this joke was made mostly by and for affluent NOW-type
> feminists.  I myself am very much a believer in equality between the sexes,
> but I never found this joke to be very funny -- maybe because when I hear
> about an "independent, self assured princess," I immediately want to see a
> few of the downtrodden peasants cook her up in onion sauce too.


	somehow, Rich, when y beat it to death like that 
it kinda aint all that funny anymore.  can y say "wet blanket?"

	old goat.
	faces of angels, faces of devils,
	--and oftentimes both.
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