Goldilocks Now

But, my friend said, if Goldilocks was alive today her story would be different: we’re just so used to the fairy tale message, the simplified right and wrong of it. Women today are too afraid to walk the streets at night, let alone enter a house with three grizzlies hidden out of sight. And if a girl is attacked it’s considered her fault, the victim is blamed - can you imagine the vitriol she’d face, the shame nowadays? Let’s not forget Weinstein’s penchant for a golden blonde, something no doubt that bear trio would be equally fond. Sure, she might get some sympathy and be #metoo-ed, but the ‘Good Morning Britains’ of the world would lead a feud, debating whether she’d lied about knocking and fibbed about porridge, because what’s a girl/woman/other if not a manipulator of knowledge? (And don’t get me started about how’d she be judged for discussing a miscarriage) Just picture the slander, the slurs and **** shaming that would spread when it was leaked to the press that she’d tried and tested each bed. “One wasn’t good enough obviously, so she had to sleep on all three.” “Well then, what did she expect? She had it coming to her, didn’t she?” So, my friend said, of course her story would be different today: a cautionary tale teaching girls to never be alone, make themselves prey. Because it’s a man’s world after all, and boys will be boys - it’s a game hitting girls to flirt. Goldi’s true Lock then is the society she lives in, measured by men and the length of her skirt.