In Cinderella, the way to find love isn’t to strive for it but to rescue you from your situation while you passively sing about your big dreams while cleaning. Because you’re so hot, all other women will hate you and you will have to only talk to mice and other assorted rodents, vermin and pests while you live in partial isolation. It’s a really great thing that you have a prince to come save you, because otherwise you’re fucked.
Takeaway: Have you read The Secret? It’s kinda like that, but with more possible plague outbreaks.