In Defense of Ugly

I have nothing against the Cinderellas of successful society. Cinderella finds her opportunity for freedom for love, hopefully, goes for it, and it works out for her and all the Prince Charmings, wherever they are hiding from my life. Anyway, all good news as far as this story goes. But, the plight of Ugly StepSisters and Brothers deserves more compassionate empathy. True, they borrow too heavily from Evil StepMother's playbook, her monocultural empty-empire building manual "How to compete for love and wealth without sufficient loving health" Still, StepMom didn't write this manual alone. This scripture is as old as lack of requited love itself. And, what are the karmic outcomes for these Sisters, lacking grace to invite Cinderellas to share their space? A day, an hour, a minute, a moment devoid of choosing co-empathic possibility, humor facing absurd lust for power blind hope to control life at least enough to absorb awareness of loss and inevitable dying alone, results in living too much alone produces absence of full living-loving, consumes emerging integrity of regenerate life, eats and addicts acids of empire-defensive despair until nutrients of isolation mature into degenerately self-disserving Evil StepSpinsters, monsters spinning tragic runaway addictions breeding chaotic anger, fear of our darkness, our mortality terror, our lack and absence and loss, hating our own unredemptive suffering. Ugly StepSisters are stuck in silos of their own discontent echoing Evil StepMother's voice foolishly empirically demanding satisfaction with a closed fist when grace is hers and his to choose by merely opening her heart to radically compassionate empathy.