I find it interesting that Virginia Woolf argues that a woman needs money in order to be creative in her piece, "A Room of One's Own." Woolf was a part of an old money family. The Bloomsbury Group members all lived very comfortably. They could pick and choose what social ideals or norms they wanted to battle with little consequence. Though this discredits them in a sense, it also illustrates her point. Let's face it, the more money you have, the more freedom you have. People know who you are, you can buy your way out of certain circumstances, you can eat whatever you want, wear whatever you want, and go wherever you want. Less things burden you when you have money. You don't have to constantly think about paying bills, getting a job or getting fired from the one you already have, buying food, etc. In other words, without money more thoughts run through your mind and effect your ability to create because you have less mental freedom.
If this is the case, then why does the world love a Cinderella story about pain, love, and hardships?