I have a bit of a confession.
My daughter pretty much could care less about all the Disney Princesses and I’m not happy about it. Go ahead, lecture me.
I know, I know…I should be thrilled, right? She doesn’t want to be saved by the Prince (although, to be fair, not many Disney Princesses are saved by the man these days) she doesn’t want to wear the big dress and she could care less if she inherits a kingdom.
Can I just say, for the inner 9-year old in me, WHAT THE HELL???!!!!
I want a castle and a title and a TIARA and I don’t CARE if it’s anti-feminist or anti-whatever. Actually, none of those things are inherently anti-feminist because I WANT them, or for what they are…they are just a bit old fashioned maybe.
There was a time when my little girl would be all excited about the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique at Disney World or Disneyland and spend WEEKS trying to decide which dress and hairstyle she would choose…I swear. It happened once. Or twice. Maybe with my encouragement. Ok maybe with a lot of my encouragement.
And now? Now with Halloween around the corner and this AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC Queen Elsa dress she’s all ‘I want to be Grumpy Cat and hiss at people’ when she goes trick or treating.
Again…WHAT THE HELL????!!!!
I am so very proud of the young woman she is becoming. I truly am. I didn’t expect her to be just like me, or even half like me. I guess I just thought most little girls dreamed of being Queens. A vault of crown jewels. A really big closet filled with amazing dresses.
Did I mention the CROWNS?
I’m HAPPY to skip the whole Prince thing…doesn’t she want the power? The adoration of citizens of the country she rules? THE MANY TIARAS?
I don’t get it. I really don’t.
Do they make Queen Elsa dresses in a size .. errr… Mom?