As I started reading the story “Little Red Riding Hood” I notice it
started the same as I used to remember when I was little. A little girl in a
red hood walking on the forest toward her grandmother’s house until she stand
upon a wolf, but as innocent as she was she didn’t knew his intentions and told
him where she was heading. After that the wolf goes ahead to the grandmother’s
house and that’s were all change. The wolf ate the grandmother and then he ate
the little red riding hood. Then a huntsmen came along and saved them. This
version of the story is so different on how I used to know Little Red Riding
Hood. Although the moral of the story didn’t change a lot. “Do not trust
strangers” but as I read this ending I notice that some strangers can help us
and give us a second chance as the huntsmen did, so I see the moral as to “Be
careful who you trust”. After that in class we saw a couple of videos showing
other versions of Little Red Riding Hood, and I got to say some of them were
strange as the one from Christina Ricci version, leaving the viewer with some
sexual connotations, and making her eat her grandmothers guts and blood. But
this version it’s showing the transformation of an innocent person to something
else… she even ended up fooling and playing with the wolf herself. Other videos
were shown of different versions of the story, all of them having a message and
other for child’s entertainment. Another video was shown showing that men were
the wolf… or the woman if she was tempted to be. As I got home I did some
research about it and I found out there were so many other versions of the
story around the globe, depending on which country it was told. Changing the
wolf with other animals, hyenas, and even werewolf, all of them adapting to
their surroundings, culture and time. After reading a couple of them I came to
the conclusion that “most” of them let to the same message while others didn’t.
Therefore showing the variety of
perspective.
Soy un chico fiel a sus principios y a sus amistades,soy violinista y quisiera ser nomada,soy un onironauta, muy pero muy arriesgado y no me da miedo serlo. Soy un idealista frustrado que no sabe vivir en el mundo real.
Soy un chico fiel a sus principios y a sus amistades,soy violinista y quisiera ser nomada,soy un onironauta, muy pero muy arriesgado y no me da miedo serlo, al contrario lo disfruto, eso me ha hecho disfrutar mi vida al máximo, siempre como si fuera el último día,soy un idealista frustrado que no sabe vivir en el mundo real. Solo soy un chico con inspiraciones en la vida.
Y este es mi pequeño blog donde pongo mis pensamientos, desahogos,trabajos,ensayos y entre otras cosas.