Boy, that Cinderella story just keeps getting told over and over and over again. I just watched Maid in Manhattan (yes, I know, I know) and it was the same story verbatim, complete with two stepsister-like characters and all the little forest animals in the form of co-workers that helped put Cinderella together for the big ball. It seems in Hollywood the only thing needed to re-tell a story is a different box office beauty and change in backdrop. It makes me think I’m going about life and love all the wrong way. I need a beautiful dress and a demeaning job to snag a rich prince charming. Forget all this ambition and dating guys with no 401Ks — I’m such a fool!