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A Politically Correct Little Red 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 conveyed.  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 oppressed?"

	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 nat 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 and 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 of 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 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 as wise and nurturing
	matriarch."

	The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."

	Red Riding Hood said, "Goodness! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

	"You forget that I am optically challenged."

	"And Grandma, what an enormous and 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 racist 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 in 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 head.

	"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.

	"Thanks."

	"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, giving a little belch, and said "Do you have
	any Quikeze?"

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