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posted by [personal profile] benlehman at 06:13pm on 27/03/2006
Man, I just can't figure this one out.

I think it's about class struggle, or maybe about guilt of conquest. But then, why the hot/cold/just right business?
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posted by [identity profile] wirednavi.livejournal.com at 10:41am on 27/03/2006
Something to allow children to identify with either Goldilocks or the Baby Bear?
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 10:48am on 27/03/2006
Huh. It's true but I'm not totally sold. Almost all fairy tales function simultaneously as education for children and also social commentary.

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posted by (anonymous) at 02:15pm on 27/03/2006
Maybe it's about the difficulty in setting up shop in a nation you have invaded. You have to try tons of things to get it right and then the damn rebels come along and ruin your schtick.
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 02:38pm on 27/03/2006
It's possible. I decided to do something else with it, though, which the original definitely isn't.

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posted by [identity profile] wickedthought.livejournal.com at 03:44pm on 27/03/2006
Sometimes a bear is just a bear.
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 03:46pm on 27/03/2006
But what fun is that?
 
posted by [identity profile] wickedthought.livejournal.com at 04:58pm on 27/03/2006
Don't get me wrong: searching for the meaning of symbols is fun, but if you take it too far, you turn into this guy (http://www.danbrown.com/).
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 01:34am on 28/03/2006
Let me agree with a metaphor.

I like sausage. If I'm happy to just eat it, that's enough. But if I want to make my own sausage, I need to learn how sausage is made.

That guy is the guy going "holy shit do you know what's in your sausage panic panic!"

I'm more interested in just making my own sausage.
 
posted by [identity profile] clockwise.livejournal.com at 04:24pm on 27/03/2006
Maybe this (http://www.hingos.com/patches/index.php?pt=051018) will clarify matters. But, then, probably not.
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 04:30pm on 27/03/2006
Excellence.
 
posted by [identity profile] nikotesla.livejournal.com at 06:03pm on 27/03/2006
Here's my perspective:

It's about gender roles. Now, this assumes that Mama Bear's stuff is Just Right (which is my memory, but I could be reconstructing the story in my head this way):

If Papa Bear's stuff is too hot/hard/prickly, then men have to deal with it.

Baby bear's stuff is too cold/soft/wobbly, then that's for babies...

... but you're growing up and should fit into your role as Mama bear.

Also, in the Grimm's version, they eat her, don't they? That could be read as "Curiosity killed the cat."
 
posted by [identity profile] clockwise.livejournal.com at 09:24pm on 27/03/2006
My recollection (mirrored in wheel's link below) is that it was the little bear's stuff that was all just right, which argues against gender roles. I think a cleaner interpretation would be "if your a kid don't try to be an adult" but I find that I find that a fairly dissatisfactory interpretation.
 
posted by [identity profile] nikotesla.livejournal.com at 09:28pm on 27/03/2006
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

I don't know what the fuck the story's about.

Maybe nothing.

I mean, if you read the Grimm tales, they aren't really morality plays. They're "And then the fox turned into a giant turnip!" tales.
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 01:35am on 28/03/2006
But "and then the fox turned into a giant turnip" had meaning and resonance for the people who told it, otherwise they wouldn't have kept telling it. If I can figure out what meaning and what resonance, I can give them meaning and resonance for me, here, right now.
 
It's amazing how alien these are.
There were once two brothers who both served as soldiers; one of them was rich, and the other poor. Then the poor one, to escape from his poverty, put off his soldier's coat, and turned farmer. He dug and hoed his bit of land, and sowed it with turnip-seed. The seed came up, and one turnip grew there which became large and vigorous, and visibly grew bigger and bigger, and seemed as if it would never stop growing, so that it might have been called the princess of turnips, for never was such an one seen before, and never will such an one be seen again.

At length it was so enormous that by itself it filled a whole cart, and two oxen were required to draw it, and the farmer had not the least idea what he was to do with the turnip, or whether it would be a fortune to him or a misfortune. At last he thought, "If thou sellest it, what wilt thou get for it that is of any importance, and if thou eatest it thyself, why, the small turnips would do thee just as much good; it would be better to take it to the King, and make him a present of it."

So he placed it on a cart, harnessed two oxen, took it to the palace, and presented it to the King. "What strange thing is this?" said the King. "Many wonderful things have come before my eyes, but never such a monster as this! From what seed can this have sprung, or are you a luck-child and have met with it by chance?" "Ah, no!" said the farmer, "no luck-child am I. I am a poor soldier, who because he could no longer support himself hung his soldier's coat on a nail and took to farming land. I have a brother who is rich and well known to you, Lord King, but I, because I have nothing, am forgotten by every one."


(cont.)
 
(...cont.)

Then the King felt compassion for him, and said, "Thou shalt be raised from thy poverty, and shalt have such gifts from me that thou shalt be equal to thy rich brother." Then he bestowed on him much gold, and lands, and meadows, and herds, and made him immensely rich, so that the wealth of the other brother could not be compared with his. When the rich brother heard what the poor one had gained for himself with one single turnip, he envied him, and thought in every way how he also could get hold of a similar piece of luck. He would, however, set about it in a much wiser way, and took gold and horses and carried them to the King, and made certain the King would give him a much larger present in return. If his brother had got so much for one turnip, what would he not carry away with him in return for such beautiful things as these? The King accepted his present, and said he had nothing to give him in return that was more rare and excellent than the great turnip. So the rich man was obliged to put his brother's turnip in a cart and have it taken to his home. When there he did not know on whom to vent his rage and anger, until bad thoughts came to him, and he resolved to kill his brother. He hired murderers, who were to lie in ambush, and then he went to his brother and said, "Dear brother, I know of a hidden treasure, we will dig it up together, and divide it between us." The other agreed to this, and accompanied him without suspicion. While they were on their way, however, the murderers fell on him, bound him, and would have hanged him to a tree. But just as they were doing this, loud singing and the sound of a horse's feet were heard in the distance. On this their hearts were filled with terror, and they pushed their prisoner head first into the sack, hung it on a branch, and took to flight. He, however, worked up there until he had made a hole in the sack through which he could put his head. The man who was coming by was no other than a travelling student, a young fellow who rode on his way through the wood joyously singing his song. When he who was aloft saw that someone was passing below him, he cried, "Good day! You have come at a lucky time." The student looked round on every side, but did not know whence the voice came. At last he said, "Who calls me?" Then an answer came from the top of the tree, "Raise your eyes; here I sit aloft in the Sack of Wisdom. In a short time have I learnt great things; compared with this all schools are a jest; in a very short time I shall have learnt everything, and shall descend wiser than all other men. I understand the stars, and the signs of the Zodiac, and the tracks of the winds, the sand of the sea, the healing of illness, and the virtues of all herbs, birds, and stones. If you were once within it you would feel what noble things issue forth from the Sack of Knowledge."

The student, when he heard all this, was astonished, and said, "Blessed be the hour in which I have found thee! May not I also enter the sack for a while?" He who was above replied as if unwillingly, "For a short time I will let you get into it, if you reward me and give me good words; but you must wait an hour longer, for one thing remains which I must learn before I do it." When the student had waited a while he became impatient, and begged to be allowed to get in at once, his thirst for knowledge was so very great. So he who was above pretended at last to yield, and said, "In order that I may come forth from the house of knowledge you must let it down by the rope, and then you shall enter it." So the student let the sack down, untied it, and set him free, and then cried, "Now draw me up at once," and was about to get into the sack. "Halt!" said the other, "that won't do," and took him by the head and put him upside down into the sack, fastened it, and drew the disciple of wisdom up the tree by the rope. Then he swung him in the air and said, "How goes it with thee, my dear fellow? Behold, already thou feelest wisdom coming, and art gaining valuable experience. Keep perfectly quiet until thou becomest wiser." Thereupon he mounted the student's horse and rode away, but in an hour's time sent some one to let the student out again.
 
Mmmmmmaybe this is about not trusting people who are likely to be jealous of you? But obviously the king liked the turnip and may have taken the farmer's land in the hopes of finding a bigger one. Kings are sort of a force of nature in these stories, though; their administrators might be corrupt, but the kings aren't. So maybe the king represents God, and God helps those who help themselves?

I really think that they tend not to be morality plays. Advice, perhaps, but not moral instruction.
 
More excellence
 
posted by [identity profile] wheeloffire.livejournal.com at 08:11pm on 27/03/2006
Perhaps this will add something to the discussion? The supposed original story-

http://www.edsanders.com/stories/3bears/3bears.htm

Seems a pretty straightforward morality play
 
posted by [identity profile] clockwise.livejournal.com at 09:28pm on 27/03/2006
Sure, the "Don't be a vagrant and steal peoples stuff" is pretty clear, but that's not often considered the heart of the story.

What is the whole business with "too X, too Y, just right" all about? I don't think this version comes any closer to answering that. Is it just "don't question your lot in life"?
 
posted by [identity profile] benlehman.livejournal.com at 01:36am on 28/03/2006
If it was "don't question your lot in life" there wouldn't be a "just right," right?
 
posted by [identity profile] ornithoptercat.livejournal.com at 04:03am on 28/03/2006
Possibly it's a warning about being picky. You know, if you didn't waste all that time worrying about "just right", maybe you'd get out before the bears came back.

It may, however, just (or additionally) be a way of adding rythym and patterning to the story, and/or the general significance of threes. Remember, it comes from an oral tradition, so stuff may be in there for the sake of making it easy to retell. An awful lot of fairy tales have stuff like that, almost always in threes, in their older versions - I'm pretty sure The Little Mermaid originally had her come to the surface three times; the 12 Dancing Princesses also has a bunch of random threeness (especially the bit with the trees of silver, gold, and diamond); and I know older versions of Cinderella (or Ashputel) have her go to three nights of the ball before the business with the slipper happens. Speaking of Cinderella, there's something rather parallel in the "heel too big/toe too big/fits just right" bit with the shoe.
 
posted by [identity profile] ornithoptercat.livejournal.com at 04:21am on 28/03/2006
Having thought about it a few more minutes: you know that phrase "third time's a charm"? That's what's going on. It's a genre trope, and doesn't have to have any particular extra signifcance in a given story. Sort of like the thing in movies/TV where ALL bags of groceries contain a loaf of French bread, or how Beowulf is loaded with alliterative epithets, or the sea in Homer is always wine-dark... it's the structure and tradition of the medium, a thing that gives it the appropriate flavor and cadences and lets people make mental shortcuts, rather than content as such.
 
posted by [identity profile] greyorm.livejournal.com at 12:15am on 29/03/2006
It's about a bratty kid who goes into someone else's house without their permission, eats their food, and breaks their stuff. It has bears because bears are scary and will eat children, and thus reinforce the warning about doing the above; it has talking bears because the story was meant for children (and they like that kind of thing).

But ultimately, it's about a kid going into someone's house uninvited and messing with their shit. Kids do this, and they need to be told not to do it and what can happen to them if they do, in story form. It's pretty obvious that the "message" is "don't go into a person's house and mess with their stuff without asking because it isn't nice and you could be hurt".

If you're asking why the author used X word in X place, and how that unlocks the real meaning of the story, you're overthinking things, you're finding meaningless patterns in the chaos (ala "A Beautiful Mind").

Authors use words and phrases and little snips of life because they are evocative as often if not more than because they have some "hidden" meaning.

Is there some hidden meaning in the whole porridge bit, in the whole bears & girl, and etc. symbolism? Probably not. Can you create a meaning from it by creating patterns of association? Yes.

That doesn't mean the author put it there, however. It is far more likely, by orders of magnitude, that the author chose elements on their aesthetic merits, because the thought interested them, or just for fun, rather than through the use of arcane, usually subjective associative principles.

The proper question to ask, if you want to reproduce things like this, isn't "What does that really mean?" but "Why did that work so well?" because meanings are like ideas: a dime a dozen.

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