IAMAFRICKINPANDA
For someone like Adeline, fairy tales can go jump off the Himalayas and into a vat of sodium cyanide waste, get a weird radioactive disease and die a stupendous death. Life is hard. For Adeline, it's thrice as hard and multiply that to the exponent of 24 and you'd never get close. Hypocrisy? Exaggeration? Probably. At a young age, her once-carefree life became a burden of responsibilities that she had to carry on her own. So you can't blame her if she thinks Grimm and Dickinson's stories are a waste of time and a cruel mirror of fantasy that is obscuring the harshness of reality that is going to eat you alive if you don't move fast enough. So why in the heck is she in the middle of some parody, hanging on her socks off, trying to ward off silly Prince Charming wannabes, a matchmaking family, evil silicone-based cheerleaders (no stereotyping intended), psychotic friends, Santa Clause minions, cliché Gilmore Girls high school cliques, meddlesome Chemistry professors, stinky lacrosse jocks, stalker school club presidents and sarcastic chauffeurs named Flounder?