I liked Greek mythology, and to a lesser extent Norse, but I hated fairy tales. Even when I was little. There were three main sources, none with many fairies.
The Grimm Brothers (one of whom was gay): mostly about children being threatened by evil parents or stepparents (Hansel and Gretel, Snow White)
Charles Perrault: mostly about girls being threatened by evil suitors (Red Riding Hood, Bluebird).
Hans Christian Andersen (who was gay): mostly about people dying.
So I wasn't happy on the night of February 26th, 1967, when Mom and Dad insisted that we watch a live-action version of Jack and the Beanstalk instead of It's About Time.
It was even worse than I anticipated: they turned it into a "fade out kiss" heterosexist fable. Jeremy, the peddler who sells Jack the magic beans, becomes his companion in the quest to climb the beanstalk and steal from the giant. They rescue Princess Serena, who has been transformed into a talking harp and can only be restored with a kiss. Upon returning to Earth, Jeremy discovers that Jack's mother looks exactly like Princess Serena -- maybe they're the same person -- so they fall in love. There's even a love theme -- "One Starry Moment."
Cover your eyes, groan, and rush downstairs to your room to read comic books.
1. The 1960s was overloaded with "precocious" kids who claimed to be experts on adult heterosexual practice or even doted on girls themselves. But Jack (9-year old Bobby Riha) is utterly oblivious to feminine beauty and disapproves of "love junk."
The Brady Bunch (not this episode; I just like this picture of Greg).
He retired from acting in the mid-1970s, and is now a professional photographer.
On the Town, The Pirate, and finally Xanadu. I had never heard of him in 1967, but you couldn't miss the bulging muscles. He could outmatch Burt Ward's Boy Wonder anytime.
3. The Woggle Bird Song was kind of cool, with a "be true to yourself" message.