I love the movie Beauty and the Beast, always have. Something about a girl that knows she doesn't belong where she is and with the people around has always hit home for me. However, the end of the movie is always so sad to me. She lays across his chest, believing him to be dead, and pours her heart onto his chest through her tears. At this point we're still OK. Then it happens...the spell is broken and he is lifted into the air, magically transformed into Prince Charming. Now they have gone and killed it.
Who are they to say she wanted the soft and squishy Prince Charming? I for one would have protested. Something about taking a huge beast of a man and turning him into a man almost as pretty as her revolts me. Perhaps it feeds back to the type of female that I am, but I want the beast. Don't misunderstand...I'm not saying I like fooling around with animals...we aren't going there... I'm just saying that if I fell in love with a man that towered over me, could cast me aside with a flick or throw me over his shoulder just the same, could destroy everything or tear the world apart to get to me.... I would want what I fell in love with, not a fill-in. It is possible that I am just a bit too twisted to buy into the Prince Charming, but who could ever settle for a shadow of what they once loved?
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