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Author unknown,
contributed by Les
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 nontraditional
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 unionized 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 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 woodcutter, 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 nightclothes, 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."
The Wolf could not take any more of these specious 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 woodcutter burst into the cottage, brandishing an
axe.
"Hands off!" cried the woodcutter.
"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 capabilities, 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 woodcutter, 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 woodcutter.
"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 woodcutter
on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said, "Do you
have any Maalox?"
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