Last night at midnight was the magical union of thousands of Cinderellas with their princes. But there is a problem with Cinderella, and that is she always has those ugly stepsisters hanging around with her. In fact, with those hags she isn't actually Cinderella. In the (non-Disney) story her sisters give her that name, Cinderella, and it seems that through instead of despite their efforts she becomes the person the Prince (arbitrarily) chooses to marry.
So without her sisters Cinderella does not exists; they created her and define her.
And thus, when the Princes selected their Cinderellas last night they left in their blissful wake a slew of warts and thick eyebrows, and the wailing and gnashing of teeth by the Unchosen Stepsisters.
Beginning Wednesday morning, some will cut of their toes to fit into shoes and win a prince. And I thought the US of A wasn't supporting torture anymore.