I prefer girly-girls. My 16 y/o step-daughter is basically a boy in every way BUT anatomy and cannot figure out why the only boys that are willing to spend time with her are gay.
I think most of my childhood was spent playing Princess.All of the other f=girls wanted to play Mommy and house but not me I had a scarf and a plastic tiara I wore.I remember the day I told Daddy I was going to grow up and be a real Princess and he told me we were American and did not have Princesses. :((
I think most of my childhood was spent playing Princess.All of the other girls wanted to play Mommy and house but not me I had a scarf and a plastic tiara I wore.I remember the day I told Daddy I was going to grow up and be a real Princess and he told me we were American and did not have Princesses. :((
Far more destructive is the feminist push to convince young women there should be no distinctions between the sexes.
I am SOOOO allergic to this pink princess stuff.
My mother (a Math major in college) told me (computer science) to “be useful, not decorative”.
I used the same principle with my daughters. One is an engineer the other is an entomologist (insect scientist). And neither of them wear the color pink!
The bad thing is when they don’t grow out of their princess phase and grow up. They become middle aged princesses divorced and alone with no one to manipulate.
I think the author makes some valid points, but she is over applying the broad brush by dismissing the whole idea of girls wanting to find their definition as female, which is a phase many of them apparently go through when they are about 3-5 years old.
I think the author makes some valid points, but she is over applying the broad brush by dismissing the whole idea of girls wanting to find their definition as female, which is a phase many of them apparently go through when they are about 3-5 years old.
She named her daughter Daisy though...sounds girlie girl to me. Just don’t name your daughter Chastity!
My daughter grew up with the pink-princess phenomenon. She is the girliest girl you can imagine, and at 23 this jaw-droppingly beautiful young Christian lady has boxes of makeup and hair-care products, tons of clothes in Lilly Pulitzer pink, and is always perfectly manicured.
She can also drive a tractor or a six-horse stock trailer, run power tools, break a horse, ride to hounds, handle a shotgun, and get a very nice placement with the handgun she carries. She can do hard physical labor all day, in all weather, and in her last job she ran a crew of tough men. She can handle her liquor and her finances. In other words, she’s like her mother and grandmothers.
So in general I think being a pink princess is just fine, and the people who want to discourage girls from being feminine are leftists.
Well, like my father used to say, for a few years in her life, every woman gets to be a Princess. We can just snap our fingers and get whatever we want, and no matter how b*tchy we act, men will call us “tempestuous” and “spirited.” Then he said, we hit the Reality Wall at around 30. I guess I will find out in a few years.
Nothing wrong with girly fantasies, but it is the larger cultural poison of entitlement, “everybody gets a trophy” precious snowflake stuff that makes the princess mindset toxic.
When I was growing up I had British books from the turn of the century, and Kipling, and CS Lewis’ Narnia, that stressed that being a leader or being royal meant to use your power to serve your country, kingdom, or army. Being served was ONLY so you could concentrate on wielding your power and intellect to serve and lead. If parents were smart enough to introduce that ethic into their daughters’ princess meme, they would raise some amazing young ladies.
Can’t say much. It’s a lib writer waking up to some of the nastier products of the lib culture, but somehow blaming it all on pink and princess.
But, about one of her child’s typical toys, she says: “And all over the box and all over the instructions it said, ‘It’s all about me.’”
So, she doesn’t focus on the REAL problem here, but kind of turns it into another feminist rant against traditional little girl stuff. The article is incapable of real focus, because the author is part of the culture she is criticizing.
I must admit that when I read the title, my first thought was, Well, lady, if you don’t want your daughter to grow up into a pink princess, then you’d better transgender her before it’s too late!
I think she really does want the best for her daughter, but doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong with her world.
I think the subject’s concerns about princesses are mainly silly. The distinguishing characteristic of fairy-tale princesses is that they are *good*, not that they are beautiful. This is less apparent in more recent Disney offerings, but even characters like Jasmine and Tiana are smart, loyal and resourceful, if not traditionally self-sacrificing and obedient. And they are chaste and marriage-oriented.
If there’s an emphasis on sexual solicitation or avarice in the larger marketing world, then it’s up to parents to reject it categorically. “Bratz” and pink-sequined thongs are not part of the traditional princess-y milieu, and need not even cross the path of nice young girls who want to play “Snow White.”
The author really over thinks this issue, I believe. She’s simply re-doing the research and hysteria that has come before her. There is nothing new under the sun.
When I was a girl, in the seventies, my mother was very frugal. Most of my playthings came from yard sales. I did play “dress up”, but I could be a magician, a belly dancer, a teacher, or a wizard. I did wear make up with the costumes, but it was for “play” and it was for the theatre of it. I didn’t see it as a feminine thing.
If the parents put the time into their children and frame everything correctly, they can work around any marketing or subliminal messaging that the culture is trying to send out.
My daughter did ballet and jazz for three years. That was a very girly thing for her to do. But, now she lives in blue jeans every day, so that she can rollerblade up and down the street. She’s comfortable with her feminine traits today, because she’s still just a child... but she wants a healthy balance. She wants to get dirty outside and still dance to Taylor Swift when the mood strikes.
I have never been much on princess having know only allegorical ones.
I don’t like pink much except maybe as a swimsuit color for blonde women or in a thong but really much like lace and frilly stuff...it’s one of those things women think is pretty or sexy and then attribute it to men..false..men like other sexiness on women..and colors, apparel or lack of ...it varies but pink is just not it
Pretty...now there you go..I love pretty women..who doesn’t if they aren’t queer..and hell, they do too come to think of it... Since recorded history pretty women have had it made relative to their day. They have always been chosen first, married or bred with successful men and just by sheer luck beat out less fortunate women more often than not in life’s lottery.
It’s like Rush said...feminism is for less attractive gals which likely explains why our women are as a rule hotter than leftist women except maybe in lalaland where ignorance prevails or compels.
Urban Jewish women like Orenstein really have a beef with traditional roles
I think it’s cultural for them. When I lived in Manhattan 30 years ago I noticed pronto these local gals there where a LOT DIFFERENT.
I find it odd that the author conflates the Disney Princess phenomenon with the premature sexualization issue, which is quite real.
I haven’t paid a great deal of attention to the DPs, but I don’t recall them showing much in the way of blatant sexuality.
I’ve always been a girly girl and love pink today more than ever before at 45. Let’s see, film director, producer, writer, novelist, business owner, corporate director, operations manager, black belt in karate, dancer, marathon runner, loves to lift weights and cycle, loves and owns fine cars, singer, pianist, guitar player, can change the oil in my own car and shoot long guns and pistols . . . pretty in pink, loving Feathers & Fur, and being a girly girl didn’t stop me from thriving. ;-).
Maybe she should have named her daughter Bobby Jo or something instead of Daisy.