In today’s world, girls are given a flurry of mixed messages via the media and television.
Be pretty. Be successful. Reveal your body. Be cool. You can be like the boys, but you can be pretty. Wear makeup. Be Sexy.
These themes start from the get-go. Girls are given a multitude of “idols” to learn from. In my generation, it was the classic Disney princess model of “Dream for a man to save you.” Sure, we had Josie and the Pussycats, Jem, and later on, the Powderpuff Girls, but we were sold the idea that we can dream for a man to save us, while negotiating 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s feminism.
We were supposed to cook, clean, and run a corporation, all while wearing no bra, or a highly-supportive bra.
The stakes were high. It has certainly made negotiating my own role of motherhood and my sexual, creative, and work identity, rough. We expect so much, and beat ourselves mentally when we do not deliver.
I resisted the Princess Parade when my daughter first began to show her clear affections for Cinderella and Ariel, but hey, I like the music myself, and there is only so much resisting I can do.
I figured I’d get my own tiara and join in on the fun.
Then of course, I met the new Tinkerbell… Continue reading