I was thinking about the story of Cinderella yesterday. Having a young daughter, you tend to do things like that even if you don’t want to. The story is pretty clear. Girl with a bad start on life meets and falls in love with the handsome Prince Charming before living happily ever after. I accept that Cinderella was Miss Right as far as the Prince was concerned what what about Miss Right Now?

It’s the Prince’s ball, lots of girls looking for the affections of the Prince. What happened after midnight? Midnight is still early after all.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Cinderella splits on poor Prince Charming who thought he was taking it quite slow. Not sure what had just happened the young prince returns to his party where he meets a couple of very affectionate  ladies. Hooks up. Has a dirty night of wet, sloppy sex with both the girls before waking up with a hangover facing the reality that he shouldn’t have random nights of sex with strangers and, more importantly, those two girls are much uglier then they were at 3 in the morning! The prince then searches out Cinderella, marries and never speaks of his escapades in the early hours.

Just a thought.

While you ponder that enjoy Lily Allen’s song 22 about searching for Prince Charming.

‘You have one new message. Message received, today at 9.15AM’

Cute girl always checked her phone messages when she finished work at Myer.

‘Hey Cute girl, It’s your manager. Great news! You’re going to be the national face of the STI campaign! Awesome right? Call me as soon as you get this and I’ll give you the details.’

Cute girl’s smile grew across her face. She drifted off into thoughts of what it would be like to have her face all over Australia, maybe the world. But what is this STI?

Cute girl attacked Google to see if she could find out what she would be doing.

“Hmm. Safety Technology International? No.”

“What about Suntrust Banks? Maybe”

Amy’s eyes lit up as she scrolled to the bottom of the page.

“Oh Subaru Tecnica International. Yes that must be it. Performance cars! Finally, my big break!”

Without another thought Cute girl rang her manager and accepted, without hesitation.

A few weeks later Cute girl found herself on the beach surrounded by make up girl, lighting boy, camera man and important looking people. It really was exciting. She had never worked on a shoot this big before. There was even a cute guy whom she was appearing in the ad with.

“OK, we’re ready for the models.”

Cute girl and the Cute guy disrobed. Cute girl was wearing a bathing suit. Totally what she expected since she was selling high performance cars. Cute guy didn’t even have a shirt on. The perks of the job, Cute girl thought to herself.

“Ok cute guy, look away from the camera and Cute girl I want yo to hug him and look towards me.” The camera guy barked.

“Ok Cute girl, less smiling and more awkward. Like you have a secret. That’s it sweetheart.”

Cute girl thought, are all photographers this condescending? Maybe something I should get use too.

…

Weeks passed by and cute girl waited to see her ad. She kept working at Myer. She liked working at Myer, not as much as she liked working as a model but she hoped that soon she would only be working as a model. It wasn’t till an ill fated Thursday afternoon she faced the horrors of what she had signed up too.

“Hey it’s that girl!”

A group of boys passed Cute girl as she worked in the music section of Myer.

“No way, that’s not her.”

Cute girl smiled. Those boys had noticed her in the car ad. It must be out.

“Yeah that’s her!” Boys have a way of being louder then anyone else, anywhere. ” I wouldn’t touch her with my dick!”

The other boys laughed as they walked out.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Cute girl said out loud before realizing where she was.

Cute girl had never had a problem with her looks. She was, well, cute. She was popular all through school and even now she didn’t have a problem getting attention. Why would those boys, those desperate to even see a naked boob boys, say something so horrible. Cute girl thought she had better give this more thought as she head for home.

…

Sitting in the bus station Cute girl was faced with the most devastating picture. Her ad. On the side of a bus. Her and cute boy.

“Oh shit!”

Cute girl realized the most disturbing of facts. She is the face of Sexually transmitted diseases or STIs. She thought that it might even be fair to say that she could have an STI, according to the ad.

“Hey, that’s you!”

She was already being noticed.

“Looks like you get around a bit! Eh!”

Horrified, Cute girl boarded her bus and grabbed her phone.

‘This is the manager. Please leave your message……beep’

“Listen you fucking fat twerp! You didn’t say that billboards were going to be slandering my name. They make it look like I’m diseased! I’m never going to get another job again! I’m never going to get another date again! You’re fucking fired!”

With that, Cute girl ended her modeling career. Once word got out that she blasted her manager for getting her a national campaign no other managers would take her on.

Cute girl now spends her days as a recluse. Chewed up and spat out by the industry she longed to be apart of. Peering out of her window at the people on the street. Hoping that no one recognizes her. She would also like it known that she has never had an STI.

http://www.australia.gov.au/sti