Ah, hindsight is 20/20. If only someone had told 5-year-old me that there was no way in hell I would look like a Disney Princess. That would have saved an eating disorder. Or that I would not only be attracted to men. That would have saved some teenage confusion. Or that the only way to attain a badass library would be to marry into money. That would have saved hours of obsessing over having / not having a boyfriend, when I would have much preferred reading.
I know, I know. A lot of “would haves”–kind of a “woulda-coulda-shoulda” overload. But I’m genuinely serious. I watched Disney movies over and over. I asked for the Barbies for my birthday (we can discuss Barbies later. If you’re really interested read “The Anthropometry of Barbie” sometime). I even had a Beauty and the Beast nightgown that I tried to pull off as a dress at times.
I’m not sure what to do with Disney Princesses. A part of me still loves them. If “A Whole New World” comes up on my iTunes, I belt it out. Yet I can’t get over how angry I am at the messages they portray for young kids of any gender. Mulan kicks some Hun ass, but the story still ends with an insinuated wedding. Not to mention the racist implications of the Princess franchise. I was a nanny for a 4-year-old girl whose parents were from India. She owned a set of miniature Princesses, from Cinderella to Tiana, but she would only play with Jasmine or Tiana. She always gave me Sleeping Beauty. When I asked her if we could switch one time, dreading what I suspected the answer to be, she said no, because “Only these ones have brown skin like me.” Doesn’t get much more heartbreaking than that.
What are your thoughts and experiences with Disney Princesses? Were you very influenced by them, or did you steer clear?
Hey y’all, I think you’re great.
School starts today. Good luck and prosper! You are a great person and you are READY for school! Whether it’s your first day of freshman year, or your final semester remember, you know your stuff, you are hard-working, and you are here to learn. You are wonderful and fortunate enough to be able to be a student.
So go forth, if you see someone lost help them. If you hear someone having a rough time try to be a friendly face or maybe talk to them. Don’t forget you were a freshman/new person once too.
Good luck! You can do it! Don’t forget to time manage! Sit in the front row!
And most of all, have fun and make your time meaningful and fulfilling for you and those around you.
Also I suggest you listen to “Gimme What You Got” by Amanda Blank for some confidence boosting, getting ready for class music.
So yeah. . . it’s been almost a month, but I can say that a lot has happened in the last few weeks! Not really, but I did move into a new apartment where I’m all by myself, I am finally legally allowed to drink (I wasn’t before?), and I went on my first trip all by myself to Seattle.
I’m sorry about my absence, but I am feeling well-rested after a short vacation and am ready to be back to posting everyday!
An Iowa N.E.W. Leadership alumna recommended this blog post/movie review/analysis of The Help to me. Everyone should read it. The writer delivers a strong, needs-to-be-said analysis of our culture’s fascination with movies focusing on race relations (especially in the 1960s), but seriously lacking in historical accuracy.
For those of you with lives who have not graced the local movie theatre with your prescence lately, The Help is a movie released tomorrow that’s based on a book about (more or less, and bear with me here because I’m yet to read the book or see the movie) race relations in the south during the 1960s.
I could tell you the premise, but isn’t it just easier to watch:
In local news, a man known as Captain-Save-a-Ho was arrested for public intoxication in the Ped Mall Monday afternoon. Apparently, the man claimed he was a protector of women.
Frustrating as it is that some guys thinks he needs to, and is capable of, protecting women or hoes (they’re the same, right??), this is pretty funny.
Thanks dude, but we got this. We’re good.
The real debate is: does AP Style call for it to be spelled “ho” or “hoe”?
I recently moved in with my partner of nearly two years. This is the first time I’ve ever lived with someone I’m in a relationship with, and while I’m sure he’s the sandwich I want to eat every day for the rest of my life (thank you Liz Lemon), it’s still kind of scary.
I just think of horror stories I’ve heard and coached friends through when their relationships go down the shitter and SUDDENLY they’re stuck on a lease with Mr./Ms. Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda-Been. Even more frightening is when people start asking when you’re taking the “next step”–implying engagement, marriage, and/ or babies. Our families have been doing this to us for awhile, but marriage and mini-us’s seem like more of an expectation rather than a choice now that we’re sharing an abode. I always said I want to live with someone before making any legal or ovarian commitments. That doesn’t mean living with a person needs to be a marriage test, or that it should be. That’s where The Hairpin comes in.
As I was pondering this new dimension to my relationship the other day, I stumbled across this post. The advice A Married Dude gives is the best I’ve heard for folks moving in together. I love my man, and while I want to make those legal and ovarian commitments to him one day, I’m trying my darndest not to see our joint lease as a test for the future. One life-epoch at a time.