fairy tales

Daniel Haack’s picture book is the first release in a major GLAAD effort for kids.
Hundreds of parents are changing the endings of classic morality tales because they don't approve of them.
Hundreds of parents are changing the endings because they're not PC.
I do believe that good will always triumph over evil and so when I have been faced with my own demons, I always clung to that belief and eventually came out the other side. Had I not believed in fairy tales, when those bad things happened, it would have reinforced my belief that the world is evil and left me hopeless and afraid.
I was on a mission to secure my future husband, and my gullible moral compass felt compelled to devising a plan. 'The list'.
Was I cross at my mother when I found out Father Christmas wasn't real? Did her lying to me destroy her parental trustworthiness? No. There was a sense of sadness losing Santa, but I would not want little me to have truth over hope, over magic.
When the practical and economic feasibility of a routine 7-day NHS has been roundly debunked by senior doctors, service providers and analyists, it is only natural to ask how this is going to happen. Maybe, we ought to be thinking a little more naturally ourselves, and prepare for our complementary secretary of state for health to give us a very complementary 7-day routine NHS.
As modern books go, I haven't seen much in them that isn't okay for my children to consume. The stories are interesting (the first few times at least - they get a bit much after the twentieth recital), the rhymes are fun, the characters are pretty easy to like. And the big plus - they are much more diverse and not at all offensive/sick/macabre than the fairy tales of old.
As an example let's look at Snow White. Leaving aside the fact, that is pretty disturbing, that her step-mother wants to kill her, Snow White not only talks to a stranger in the woods (the murderous queen disguised as an old hag) but accepts an offer of a bite of a poisoned apple. Why would she do that?
The minute I stepped into the national park my imagination ran away with me. I was away with the fairies (so to speak) for the rest of the day, and with good reason! With it's other-worldly water colours and incredible greenery Plitvice forced me to revert to my childhood ways of ACTUALLY believing in something that I couldn't see. What a novelty!