When flipping through a fairy tale book, one may realize fairly quickly that young girls are taught from an early age that one day, a beautiful prince will come and take them to far-away land where flowers talk to dragonflies and where there is no need for washing machine and where their hair is always perfectly done - even when it rains (but it never rains). The funny bit about this all is that it is meant to happen on the back of a white horse.

When I look around, it seems that this might happen, or nearly (the good-hair day is just a myth created by L’Oreal I think).

And sometimes I feel like I am hitchhiking.