I saw three ads today for Disney's 'Maleficent,' and it got me reminiscing about all the folk/fairytales I read through high school, and trying to figure out what in the hell a dude with owl eyes, lustful monks, and all sorts of generally stupid, greedy, or horny people were supposed to be teaching me about life. I mean...don't sew? Invite evil fairies to your birthday? Don't let a stranger impregnate you while you're comatose? WTF, Sleeping Beauty....
Fortunately, one of the first things I learned in my Ancient Myth class was that, regardless of Levi-Strauss' memetics, sometimes a story is just a story. And stories are meant to be entertaining.
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