When I used to read my version of The Blue Fairy Book, there were basically two types of headdresses the ladies wore.
There was this kind:
Or, as I liked to think about it, the two-pointed hat. And there was this kind:
I considered this—you guessed it—the one-pointed hat.
For reasons that are obscure to me now, I firmly believed that the one-pointed hats were beautiful, and the two-pointed hats were hideous.
Why? Why did I have to dichotomize? What is it about fairytales that seems so committed to such sharp divisions?
Or is it just me? I remember fervently believing that there were two kinds of people: those who liked gold better, and those who liked silver better, and I put myself squarely in the silver camp. I associate this so much with fairytales, but maybe it's just being young?
Are you a one-pointed hat person or a two-pointed hat person? Is this what's behind our dysfunctional political system? Does anyone have all the answers?