As the years passed and my witching résumé grew longer (I've played the witch at least in Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Hansel and Gretel), I learned to embrace my weirdness, and realised that unlike princesses, witches had power. They were their own women, with character, a personality beyond beauty and cleverness. They were different, lived by their own rules, and were certainly not in any need of rescue, unlike their golden-haired counterparts. The notion of their evilness too, quickly comes into question when one probes beyond the Christian re-telling of old folk-tales.
My all-time favorite witch (whom I also got to play in 5th grade in a play I adapted and directed myself) is Baba Yaga, the Russian hag who flies in a mortar and lives in a house that walks on chicken legs. Invariably Baba Yaga is portrayed in fairy-tales as a complex character, capable of both good and evil, terrible monster and a wise giver of council, from whom even the Tšars ask for advice. She also commands these dashing gentlemen:
Fair or dark, I think girls would fare better if they took their cues from sorceresses and hags, rather than high-born ladies. We are all destined to become hags eventually, and personally, I would rather become one with power.
Listening to: Annbjørg Lien
Images from: Wikipedia
Amazing use of the story of Baba Yaga and my fave movie: Lawn Dogs
PS. I realise that my email moniker might raise some eyebrows in connection to the princess-bashingness of this post, but that is another story.
Also, I'd like to add as a humorous fact, that I did, in the end actually get to marry a Prince, despite my witchy credentials. That's my husband's surname.