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Those Damned Disney Princesses

Tonight The Rabbit gagged and nearly choked on a damn princess jewel purchased at the "Princess store" in Fantasyland on a trip to Disneyland this summer.

Watching her gag on a blue rock the size of Elizabeth Taylor's cocktail ring caused me to shriek and terrorize her even further. Luckily the shriek followed her spitting it out. I think I was actually not breathing as I saw her smile, pop it in her mouth, eyes go a goggle, gag twice and then cough it out.

For the past year I have endulged her princess fetish. My sister sends her dress-up clothes that her eldest has outgrown-- full royal Disney attire for Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Belle and all the other female creatures that force me to constantly talk to her about how its "better to be strong and smart and nice than beautiful." Yeah, that sinks in while Snow White is twirping about...

We're off for the weekend for a wedding so at least there will be a four-day break from the crowns and gems. It's a good thing because I need to re-think all of this. I really believed I could handle this Disney stuff. I actually liked it. I really thought the rabbit could love being a princess now -- AND a strong, independent thinking woman later.

But now --- well it's making me, and clearly the rabbit, gag.

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Kate B. said…
Bloody princesses. Don't talk to me about princesses. Makes me bring up hairballs.

Hopefully it is just a phase that little girls go through for a few years, to be replaced when they start to dress like hookers at the age of 12.
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