In an ideal world - what ought to happen - is that I sift through the frogs one-by-one and discard them (warts and all) while I wait for charming to make an appearance. In the meantime, I have countless froggies trying to persuade me they are the one, which they are not, but I will be generous and not blame them for trying. Except suddenly, a strange reality is dawning upon me. All at once these idiot frogs have suddenly come into their own, and as of recently, the princess has begun to be spurned.
It makes no sense to me, but I promise you, it 'has' happened that the fools-who-want-to-marry-me now no longer want to marry me. It seems my worthy-ness as a princess has been extinguished by age (haww-haii, princesses don't grow older), by independence (she lives on her own, how utterly scadalous) and by education (she's got her masters from amreeka baba, very high-fi she is). So there you have it. Apparently, the frogs now want undereducated little girls who never leave the house unchaperoned. And today, a second would-be suitor actually rejected yours-truly for reasons that circled much of the above.
My world, as I knew it, is collapsing around my ears. And what-the-fuck is wrong with the stupid frogs? Don't they know the status quo? They apply, I reject. That is the appropriate order of things. This new development is 'most' disturbing. This princess is absolutely not amused.