Rindercella and the Fallen Princesses Project

Several years ago I worked with a man named Mik.  Mik was a trainer on my team and he had this fantastic spoonerism he would share during a week-long training class.  He told it during the section about effective communication, although its primary purpose was to serve as a mid-week tension breaker.  Try reading it and see if you don’t enjoy it.

The Tale of Rindercella

Once upon a time in a coreign fountry, there was this girl named Rindercella.  Rindercella lived with her Mugly Other and two Sad Bisters.  In this coreign fountry there was also a Pransom Hince and he decided to have a bancy fall, inviting all the stabulous and fylish pich reople from riles amound. 

When the Mugly Other and the two Sad Bisters received an invitation to the Pransom Hince’s bancy fall, they were so excited they nearly dell fown in their rush to mo to the gall and buy some dancy fresses and shancy fooes.  When Rindercella asked if she was also invited to the Pransom Hince’s bancy fall, her Mugly Other laughed and said, “Wo nay!  You have to hay stome to hean the clouse.”

The dig bay came and as Rindercella’s Mugly Other and two Sad Bisters were leaving in their dancy fresses and shancy fooes for the Pransom Hince’s bancy fall, Rindercella just crat down and sied! 

She was kitting there a scrien’ when sall of a udden, Rindercella’s GaisyModFather sopped onto the pene and he asked…”Girl, cry are you whying?”  Rindercella niped her wose and, thearing her cloat, answered “Because my Mugly Other and two Sad Bisters have gone to the Pransom Hince’s bancy fall and I’m not invited because I have to hay stome and hean the clouse!”

Well, realizing that an injustice had been done, Rindercella’s GaisyModFather turned a cumbkin into an polden goach and six whice mite into hancing prorses, and told Rindercella, “Girl… you better be home by nidmight.”

When Rindercella arrived at the Pranson Hince’s bancy fall, the Pransom Hince wecretly satched at her from behind a widden hindow and, seeing her punning steauty, he lell in flove.  The two of them nanced and nanced all dite when sol of a udden, the slock clucked nidmite!  Rindercella staced down the rairs and when she bleached the rottom, she slopped her dripper.

As you can guess, the Pransom Hince found the slass glipper and decided that the very dext nay he would set about his rather’s koyal findom to find the fady’ss loot that the flipper would slit. 

When the Pransom Hince came to Rindercella’s house he tried the sass glipper on first the Mugly Other and you know it fidn’t dit.  Then he tried the sass glipper on the two Sad Bisters’ felly smeet, and again, it find’t dit.  Finally, he tried the sass glipper on Rindercella’s foot and fid dit, and the two of them heaved leverly after effter.

So the storal of the morey is…If you every go to a bancy fall and want to lull in fove with a Pransom Hince, you’ve gotta slop your dripper!

 

Fallen Princesses

Along the same lines, there is a fascinating photo series by Vancouvery photographer Dina Goldstein titled “The Fallen Princesses Project“.  Bristling against the beauty myths that Disney perpetuates through their “princesses” series, she imagines “happily ever after” being replaced with a more realistic outcome that addresses current issues.

Cinderella

Above is Cinderella, sitting alone in a dive bar, drinking.  The other images in the series are much more provocative, but I won’t steal Goldstein’s thunder by reproducing them here.  Please go visit the article at the JPG Magazine website.

Happy Thursday!

 

0 thoughts on “Rindercella and the Fallen Princesses Project

  1. LOL I love the Fallen Princesses…especially the last one on his webpage with the plastic surgeons!! I watched some silly “addicted to plastic surgery” show on Discovery last night, I can’t imagine having enough money to pay for all of that OR wasting my money that way if I did have it!!! I found myself twisting the letters in your Rindercella story, to make the words read the way I knew they were intended to be….isn’t it odd, the tricks and twists a brain will do??Ruth Ann

  2. hahahaha wow, what a photo series! i had to stop reading that story… trying to actually read all the words for what they were with the switched letters was getting annoying. there’s another interesting paragraph floating around out there somewhere that shows you how truly amazing the brain is… every word is entirely scrambled and out of order except for the first and last letter of each word, and you can easily read the entire paragraph.

  3. Wow! I had never seen those photos before. What an interesting idea! I loved them and the article that went along with it!I love Mik’s story too! Thank you for sharing it and giving me a smile 🙂

  4. The spoonerism was so annoying! I have seen  similar examples and find them all annoying. Loved the Fallen Princesses. Don’t worry though. Most little girls grow out of the princess and the prince phase pretty quickly. The real world slaps it out of them soundly.

  5. @Redlegsix – @Dezinerdreams – @kunhuo42 – @TheCheshireGrins – @yang1815 – @lil_squirrel4ever – @stebow – @swcheng15 – @ZSA_MD – @ElusiveWords – Overall, it sounds like the Fallen Princesses project was much better received than Rindercella.  I can understand the common theme of finding the spoonerism annoying to read; it is really better to be heard as someone else reads it to you.  Especially fun to read to children, I would imagine.  Glad you enjoyed the Fallen Princesses, though.  They are poignant commentaries on the beauty myths we are exposed to and participate in.

  6. So what is it that the article is trying to accomplish?Swapping first letters around…does that mean it’ll make your neurons fuse other ways and increase your cognitive ability?Am I teing boo analytic?

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