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A Critical Look at a Grimm Tale

by Cynical Jerk



Okay. So Goldilocks and the Three Bears starts out with the Bear Family sitting down to try their porridge, right? They all deem their porridge too hot. Papa Bear's big bowl of porridge is hot; Mama Bear's medium sized bowl of porridge is too hot, and then Baby Bear's teeny tiny bowl of porridge was too hot. They leave.

Now, enter Goldilocks, the little hoodlum who comes breaking into their house. Why they didn't have an ADT home security system in this day and age, I'll never know, since they obviously lived in a high crime area of the woods.

Goldie sits down to steal porridge out of Papa Bear's bowl. It's too hot. Plausible. Maybe not enough time had passed between them leaving and her larcenous adventure. But then she sits down at Mama Bear's porridge. It's too cold. Again, this is plausible. Since her bowl is smaller than Papa Bear's, the heat transferral would be accelerated due to having less mass to cool down. But here, the story just takes the physical laws of the universe and tip them upside down. How is it that the porridge of Baby Bear, which was clearly smaller than the other two bowls, be "just right," meaning warmer than that of Mama Bear? All 3 bowls were all sitting in the same room.

Perhaps Mama Bear's porridge was next to the window, and therefore subject to a direct breeze, but this omission is too dire to be intentional. It is difficult to move beyond the supernatural qualities of Baby Bear's porridge, without explanation, to enjoy the rest of the story.

I think it is sad that the editors missed this one.

I think the Grimm Brothers were hacks, and they should not have been allowed to publish.

It's almost as moronic as the concept that Little Red Riding Hood could not tell the difference between her shrivel-faced grandmother, a bipedal homo sapien, and a carniverous, hairy-faced quadrupedal canis lupus--even if it did speak the English language fluently. Unless Grandma was really pug-ugly, or Red Riding Hood was a drooling imbecile, but again, that should have been explained in the text. I am going to have to write to the publishers of this purile pap.

 

 


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