By Daphne Biener
On Saturday we treated the girls to Disney’s Princesses On Ice. It was a mash-up of all the fairy tales complete with flying sparkles and glitter. Wishes and dreams were coming true faster than a kiss-dodging frog.
Here’s the scene that kept playing in my head:
Hottie bartender winks, leans over and asks, “how’d you like that?”
Hottie me winks back, retorts: “How’d I like my princesses? On ice of course!”
This would be our finale. The crowning farewell to the princess phase. And now, with two girls and seven years under my belt, I have some thoughts about our regal friends. And so, I offer you this: Daphne’s Monday Morning Quarterback, The Princess Edition.
The weakest links— Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella
Into this category go our fair femmes, beautiful no doubt but constitutionally unsound. Yes, life dealt them a blow by leaving them with a pissy old witch, but show some gumption gals. Where’s your drive? Your self-respect? If you can’t be bothered to remedy your situation, why should a bunch of busy dwarfs rush in to save your sorry ass? Kindness toward woodland animals and mice will only take you so far once your looks start the long slide down that wishing well.
Bullheaded, Stupid — Ariel
This is tricky. In the interest of full disclosure I’ll admit there have been times when I’ve toyed with tossing in my land-locked legs for a rocking under-the-sea kingdom with a rasta-crab bud. But Ariel? This chick, at the sweet age of sixteen, defies her father and renounces not just her family but her entire species for a boy she saw just once. Yes, he’s got a beachfront castle and a kick-ass boat, but still, who among you wishes you cashed it all in for the guy you crushed on in 10th grade? As much as I feel the pull of that prized property, I simply cannot condone this one, what with its parting message of screw your parents and their restrictive rules and go see the witch next door to get your fix. As Ariel learned, only then will you get your ever after after all.
Self-righteous, with an eye for adventure – Belle, Jasmine
Belle pisses off the inane villagers because she can read. Jasmine rocks the casbah because she craves real-life experiences. They know they are better than everyone else, which may seem bitchy, but it’s actually a pretty fair appraisal of their situations. These babes crave adventure, and they’re fed up with serving as do-nothing pin-ups for the have-nots to drool over. I’m not exactly holding them up as role-models, but at least these royals have potential.
One last thought as I bid adieu to the Disney dames: did anyone else get a look at Aladdin? All shirtless and steamy, he was practically melting the ice as he slid around granting wishes. So go ahead, put the princesses on ice. I’m starting to warm up to those princes.
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