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Monday, September 28, 2009

The Princess and the Pea

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it. It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.
“Well, we’ll soon find that out,” thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept. “Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It’s horrible!”
Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

P.S you don't have to understand what this post is about! =)

18 comments:

  1. I never put any thought into that story before, but now that you've mentioned it I could see how it could be used on different levels.

    Leaving it on the simplist level possible, that queen is such a bitch, and peas, well, they're just not the same anymore ;)

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  2. Futch: hehe thank u

    Ninja: LMAO! maybe =P

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  3. I totally missed the point.
    So the princess and the pea are magaz, ok, but magaz for what ?
    And who's the prince ? And who's the bitchy mother ? And what's the bed ? And who the fuck wants to marry a princess anyway ?
    Please take my hand and rub my nose in it. Akhuk 3aqlo 3ala 2addo, bardo...

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  4. 3arosty??

    Well I love it !!!

    and yea... it can be understood differently...

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  5. Pacha:
    lol Virgos don't like mystery and Pandora's boxes, no? =P

    Batabeet:
    Hehe thank u

    P.S I didn't expect that this post would get any comment! =D but am happy that it did

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  6. I actually wanted to start a guessing game about what your post is about last night :), but i didn't. But i'm going to now :D

    So, there's someone who has been masked by hard and tough experiences. That someone without the mask is actually a sensitive and beautiful person. No matter how thick that mask may be, the real someone is still the sensitive and beautiful person they are and it only took a pea sized amount of pressure in the right place for the mask to crack and fall and for that person to show who they really are and whom everybody liked.

    Anywhere near what the post is about?

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  7. maybe! and also it may be the infamous Italian version of the fairy tale "la principessa sul pisello"!

    You can never know! =P but I like the guess game and ur interpretation was really nice and vivid

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  8. Another brick in the gay wallSeptember 29, 2009 at 10:12 PM

    Who has to prove what to whom??

    aحmd

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  9. I like how the dirtied up princess turns out to be the real one at the end.. nicely written post :)

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  10. Gia! Long time no c! =D
    Well I didn't write the story, it's a fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen (1835)

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  11. OMG i am addicted to this blog ;)

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  12. Lol, this either is a very bad fairytale or you've left out so many of the important details. How did the prince know the other princesses weren't real? Did they do the same experiment on them too? Why did he want to marry a real princess in the first place? Is it a personal thing? A social thing? A theory-based thing? Or is it a norms thing? Why is there a princess on the gates? Why did the KING have to open the gates and not the guards? Why twenty mattresses and eider-down bed? The most sensitive of girls won't feel the pea under two or three mattresses. Seems to me that the queen is the one who wants the prince to marry a real princess, since she's the one making the experiment. Where are the details about the characters?

    From this post alone, I doubt anyone can understand or learn anything from the story and it's pretty hard to just enjoy the story because it lacks any anticipative factors or any enjoyable details.

    Anyhow, I know I'm reading a lot into this but it just seems strange to me that a post would be almost useless. Even if you're trying to make a point, I doubt that anyone ever would see it.

    Lol, sorry for the long comment.

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  13. diegooMAr:
    Thank u, I'm flattered =))

    Jazzie:
    lol u won't let this post go, will u? =P
    Well this post was dedicated to "Sunny" of the previous post =) it's a personal blog after all, isn't it? =P

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  14. Guerrilla SodomiteOctober 9, 2009 at 12:32 AM

    I was so mistrustful of this story while growing up, in my college sex health and education class I actually wrote an essay about the sexism in it. That a "real princess" (ie the ideal woman) could only be extremely dainty and sensitive to the pea, subservient to the point of walking through the rain just for her man.

    Of course, since I have no clue what the meaning of the story is in the context of your life, I'll just project my own sexual frustration and consider the pea a euphemism for anal beads and the rain as golden showers.

    And they all lives happily ever after...

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  15. I have another guess is the pea = poppers and the bed = ur nose and the sensitivity = the effect on ur nose that was obvious last thursday ? =P

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