In West Virginia, Even Princesses Eat Pimento Cheese on White Bread

Posted: April 4, 2008 in creative nonfiction, Morgantown, Poetry, Sarah Einstein, Uncategorized, writing
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The princess, pink punch, pimento cheese, and potato chipsI’m sure she could not sleep with a pea beneath her matress, though mostly I’m sure of this because she also can’t sleep without one.  Instead, she is an up-and-down, all night kind of kid.  That’s how Princess Sidney rolls.  I am charmed at the idea of this “Princess Tea Party,” and pleasantly surprised to hear that fifty little girls all dressed as royalty and pumped full of sugary cupcakes did not devolve into one giant, royal temper trantrum.  Instead, my sister reports that the girls had a great time dancing, eating, and prissing around. 

I am impressed that someone let them use the good china, rather than paper plates and make-believe.  And that Sidney managed to leave her hairclip in through the entire party — princess though she is, she has no truck with tierras or even bows. 

Three princesses, dancing.

I love the pictures of the little girls dancing.  Cinderella can kick off both her glass slippers, no need to leave one behind so some Prince Charming can hunt his bride like a door-to-door shoe salesman.  No need to play politics for a dance with the most eligeable… this is the fairy-tale without all its baggage, the wearing pretty dresses and drinking pink punch from china cups, unmoored from its narrative arc.  No wicked step-mothers, no happily ever afters.  Not even Anne Sexton could find a reason to send a white dove in… no ugly step-sisters in need of having their eyes pecked out.

 That was a little gruesome, wasn’t it?  Not at all in keeping with the tone of the photographs.  Damn Anne Sexton for changing forever the way I understand fairytales. 

“Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case
never bothered by diapers or dust,
never arguing over the timing of an egg,
never telling the same story twice,
never getting a middle-aged spread,
their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.
Regular Bobbsey Twins.
That story. ”

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Comments
  1. leafless says:

    Too bad the photos don’t show the glass slippers. 🙂

  2. sarahemc2 says:

    Ah, there actually is a glass-slippered photo, but alas, Princess Sidney isn’t in it. And, after all ,she is the fairest of them all! Or so my magic mirror tells me.

  3. Michelle says:

    Are we born or bedecked by men, then owned our princinessness?

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