{"id":974,"date":"2023-11-15T01:35:38","date_gmt":"2023-11-15T01:35:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robertandrews.org\/LIFE\/?p=974"},"modified":"2026-04-20T20:15:48","modified_gmt":"2026-04-20T20:15:48","slug":"pc-little-red-riding-hood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robertandrews.org\/LIFE\/pc-little-red-riding-hood\/","title":{"rendered":"~ RT: PC: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 6\">\n<div class=\"section\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/oreOfCln0xs\"><strong>VIEW OUR FINISHED PRODUCTION<\/strong><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<input type='hidden' bg_collapse_expand='69ea2c3e9809d3097644301' value='69ea2c3e9809d3097644301'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-more-text-69ea2c3e9809d3097644301' value='S C R I P T'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-less-text-69ea2c3e9809d3097644301' value='Show Less'><button id='bg-showmore-action-69ea2c3e9809d3097644301' class='bg-showmore-plg-button bg-orange-button  '   style=\" color:#4a4949;\">S C R I P T<\/button><div id='bg-showmore-hidden-69ea2c3e9809d3097644301' ><\/p>\n<p>There was once a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother\u2019s house \u2013 not because this was woman\u2019s work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.<\/p>\n<p>So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her.<\/p>\n<p>On the way to Grandma\u2019s house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, \u201cSome healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The wolf said, \u201cYou know, my dear, it isn\u2019t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Red Riding Hood said, \u201cI 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 your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you\u2019ll excuse me, I must be on my way.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society has freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma\u2019s house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma\u2019s nightclothes and crawled into bed.<\/p>\n<p>Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, \u201cGrandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>From the bed, the wolf said softly, \u201cCome closer, child, so that I might see you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Red Riding Hood said, \u201cOh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGrandma, what a big nose you have \u2013 only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cGrandma, what big teeth you have!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The wolf said, \u201cI am happy with who I am and what I am,\u201d and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf\u2019s apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.<\/p>\n<p>Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw melee there and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd just what do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d asked Red Riding Hood.<\/p>\n<p>The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cSexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that woman and wolves can\u2019t solve their own problems without a man\u2019s help!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When she heard Red Riding Hood\u2019s impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the Wolf\u2019s mouth, took the woodchopper-person\u2019s ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. 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