If you’re an Alice’s Adventures in Wonderlandfan girl with any sense of respect, you have a favorite chapter. You also haven’t watched the Tim Burton version because, frankly, you’re just scared of how the movie’s inaccuracies will shock your delicate Lewis Carroll-loving sensibilities, but that’s neither here nor there. My favorite chapter is called Pig and Pepper, which is sadly absent from the Disney version (though you can see what that scene would have looked like in newer releases of the DVD) (Yes, I realize that liking the Disney rendition and fearing the Johnny Depp one makes no sense. Like I care). Like so many weird girls before me, I understand Alice. I often feel like I’m wandering in a world full of inept people in authoritative positions. I can try and speak their language, but my stabs at rationality tend to end in failure.
I feel like this sense of being a weirdo in a weird land is the most palpable in the Pig and Pepper chapter. Alice has come upon the Duchess and the Cook, who are terrifying, rude and boisterous. There’s tons of pepper floating in the air, not to mention pans and plates flying in every direction. In the midst of the madness, the Duchess is nursing a bawling baby. Alice, fearing for the baby’s well-being, snags the baby and high-tails it out of there, only for the baby to turn into a pig and run away.
Sometimes I’ll go to great lengths to do what I think is right, only for it to be all for nothing. I’ll take a great risk and find that the end product evaporates before my very eyes. Alice doesn’t feel sorry for herself too long. Like Pete the Cat, Alice doesn’t cry. Goodness no! She just keeps on keeping on. Moving forward because there’s no other choice. Someday, when I’m grown-up, I will be as brave and unwavering as Alice.
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