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Cinderella is a woman who lives as a servant in her own home, and who is forced to do all the necessary house chores in a big-ass house that probably measures about 2,000 square feet. TBH, Cinderella is so far removed from the world, she probably thinks "feminism" is just a new brand of detergent.

Her only chance at dignified survival is asking her fairy godmother for a pair of heels and a nice dress so she can go to the ball and find some rich guy who can rescue her from her miserable life. And, since Cinderella is pretty (yay!), she gets the rich guy (a prince, no less) to notice her, even though she has to leave before midnight so that no one suspects that she's actually so poor that her best friends are a bunch of rats. In the end, everything is resolved: There's nothing like running away with a rich guy you just met for, like, 15 minutes, and who (although he can't even remember your face) has a fixation on your feet to pull you out of poverty!

Moral of the story: No feminism. Fetishism.