IJMC A Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood?

        IJMC - A Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood?

Well, actually, it's not. But you'll have to read it all to find that 
out. So, if you're sick after the first paragraph, just give up. 
Otherwise, you'll still hate me, but that's ok. Anyway, I'm still 
checking this "solution" Netcom gave me...I don't like how the last one 
came out. So yes, there have been a lot of IJMC's tonight...just enjoy 
them and remember, it's better than the spam.                     -dave


         Little Polictically Correct Riding Hood

There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who
lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare
plants that  would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone
took the time to  study them.

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
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

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 world view. Now, if you'll
excuse me, I would  prefer to be on my way."

Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards
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

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 specist 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

"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.

"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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