> Can't remember who wrote this, but he's done a series of PC fairy tales.
> 
> 
> 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 non-traditional
> 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 unionised 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
> 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 an alternative and
> yet entirely valid worldview. 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 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 a predator.
> 
> Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on
> Grandma's night-clothes, 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 of 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, what a 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 specist 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 to 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 axe.
> 
> "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, and he patted the woodchopper on his
> firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any
> Maalox?"
> 
> 
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