Cracks in the Castle Walls: Why I’d Read My Kids Dystopias, Not Fairytales

I’d like to open by saying that when I refer to “my kids” in the title, these are very very very theoretical children.  As in I don’t intend to have kids.  Certainly not in the near future.  Quite possibly not ever.  So this is, by no means, a commentary on parenting style.  What it is is a commentary on the shortcomings and the deep-seeded problems with the stories fed to our kids from day one.  It’s also important to note that the fairytales I’m talking about here are the Disney-rendered modern versions of the stories, not the Brothers Grim originals, as these have very different intentions and often different plots. Continue reading “Cracks in the Castle Walls: Why I’d Read My Kids Dystopias, Not Fairytales”