Lately, I've been hearing a lot about how Disney princesses are sending the wrong messages to young girls everywhere. How the Disney princesses' inability to stand up for themselves is damaging to a child's sense of independence and self esteem, feeding them a manufactured dream.
Is it wrong that I still love Disney? That I still want to be a princess?
Now I can't speak for other girls, but I for one am not going to get on my knees and start cleaning the kitchen and singing to birds just because I've watched a couple of Disney flicks.
Besides a certain affinity for glass slippers, Cinderella's cavorting hasn't pushed me to any kind of persuasion of an empty fantasy.
I'm not waiting for Prince Charming (or Prince Eric or Prince Phillip).
I'm not looking for the white steed that'll take me to Happily Ever After.
I'm definitely not crying for a fairy godmother.
And this brings me to my point.
If you've got a firm grasp on reality, it doesn't matter what kind of dream you dabble in. Your homework will still be there when you wake up.
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