The princess thing. I have a problem with the princess thing. All these smart, bright little girls dressing up as their favorite princesses. Princesses who just wait around, usually in some kind of coma, waiting for Prince Charming to come kiss them and make everything better. As long as you look pretty and lay there in silence some handsome guy will come make everything better. If your stepmother is evil? Don't worry! Just find a guy to fix it for you. You're only 16 and in poverty? No problem! Just find a guy. You can get pregnant and live off foodstamps if it doesn't work out.
Why are they singing "Some day my prince will come.....?" They should be singing "Some day I'll go to college and get a satisfying career and I'll decorate my apartment with exotic tapestries that I found at bustling markets during my world travels and I'll join a yoga class and a book club!"
I swore I would never let my daughter get into all the frilly princess crap. I would tell her that she is a strong woman and that she doesn't need another person to sweep her off her feet. She can stand on her own two feet and hopefully she'll find someone she loves to stand next to her some day. In fact, the more secure she is with herself, the more likely she is to find a healthy relationship. But, even if she doesn't, she will be okay and happy and self-sufficient.
But, slowly, slowly the princesses are entering our lives. She loves the princess dress up shoes. She loves the princess tea sets. I approved the purchase of these items because.....well...hello! Look how happy they make her. And, yesterday, I put on my parents' copy of Snow White, while having a fit of "must lie on the couch nausea." She was transfixed. In fact, my mom, dad and I sat there and watched it with her (I had to fast forward through the truly scary parts.) But, the dwarves! They are so cute! And this morning she requested Snow White instead of Dora. Dooooooom! What will be next? BARBIE? Don't even get me started.