I blame Cinderella...

While I was sitting with the niece tonight, watching Disney's Cinderella, it hit me like a bolt of lightening who is to blame for the irrational need that most women have to find Prince Charming and that all-important perfect pair of shoes. Thanks, Walt, for making me want the impossible and unattainable. But my niece is 4, so I kept my thoughts to myself. At least let her think that happy endings (and not the cheesy, sordid kind you have to pay for in a back room) are possible. At least for now.