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He Wants to Build a Snowman

It was bound to happen sometime. We’ve gladly, happily, been a Disney-princess-free household since Saoirse was born. Not forsaking the girls’ happiness, mind you–it’s not like we’ve gone all Cruella deVille and subjected the kids to an anti-princess rampage–but David and I’ve intentionally never encouraged the princess stuff, and luckily (for us–this is just how we feel, for our family. If you read Peggy Orenstein’s Cinderella Ate My Daughter, you’ll see why we get all quietly rage-y about it), the girls grew up playing with Lightning McQueen and Mater in their fairy costumes, and making up stories using their toy trains as “people.” And because of the girls’ total lack of interest in them, no doe-eyed princesses made an appearance into our little world, and for that we were…relieved. And then Frozen happened. Frozen, with all it’s gotta-be-me messages, and sisterly love, and forget-you-I-don’t-need-no-man battle cry. Frozen happened, and my spring has turned into an eternal winter. The movie…

Proof that My Kid’s Smarter than I

I just watched Tangled with the girls, Santa having brought it for them because he was under the impression that Rapunzel was depicted as a go-get-’em female, a strong girl, a heroine to be heralded. What a stupid, infuriating movie. I don’t know why I periodically bring in these Disney princess movies to show Saoirse: The Princess and the Frog was a recent one, Tangled the newest. Actually, I do–I worry that I’m so massively enthusiastic that she’s (and, really, Quinn) not into princesses that I then worry that I’m swaying her with my pro-Thomas enthusiasm and in turn pressuring her to not become a tiara-wearing, makeup-wanting, prince-coveting household diva that she may or may not secretly want to be. I really don’t need to worry. The kid likes what she likes, and what she likes is healthy. If I keep this up, she’ll be 16, focusing on her studies, and I’ll be hanging outside her bedroom door begging her to just give the tattooed 20-year-old who keeps driving by our house flinging empty beer…