When Little Girls No Longer Believe In Fairy Tales.
In the
Mommytracked blog (please don't ask what I'm doing reading a blog for MOMMIES. It's not what you think!) there is an
"Anti-Princess" Reading List.Mommytracked says:
"Snow White and Cinderella certainly have their place in all children's hearts. But if you want your kids to grow up believing that girls should dream of more than just kissing the prince, check out these books.
Each of them features strong, smart, spunky girl protagonists that want to eat bugs, get first place in the science fair and grow up to be a teacher, a doctor, a firefighter or even a diva."
The list consists of titles like "Grace for President", "Pirate Girl" and "Kate and the Beanstalk".
I grew up surrounded by strong women. I was influenced by strong women. Even the floozies my dad used to date were intellectuals, athletes, business and civic minded women with strong passions and convictions. I was taught that if you had no ambition, no drive, then you were a waste of air.
BEING a housewife wasn't looked down on, but WANTING to be a housewife raised eyebrows. Beauty Pageants and the like were laughed at and trophy wives were made fun of. Which is weird since the women in my family (and the women my Dad dated) are all exceptionally beautiful. Even as a child I was programmed to roll my eyes at Snow White as she lay comatose inside a glass coffin guarded by little men, and feel an affinity to Alice with her spunk and fighting spirit.
I've been breaking my back for almost three decades now to be an ANTI-PRINCESS. I know nothing else but that. I know I'm supposed to care more about Shakespeare and Bauelaire than Cosmo and Vogue. That I'm supposed to be moved by the aesthetics of a Philippe Stark colander more than a Manolo Blahnik mule. That knowing the trials and sins of Lightnin' Hopkins than the sins of Britney Spears. That it's more valuable to know how to make a paella than a chocolate cake. That's all I know, it's what I grew up knowing, it's what I live, it's what I preach.
But when I came across the reading list, I couldn't help but think how different my life would have been all these years if only I'd have been more interested in boys than books, in clothes than computers, in making myself pretty rather than making things pretty. In baking cookies and cakes rather than alcohol drenched entrees. If I had been more of a PRINCESS would I be conflicted about Marriage? About children? About work?
In the past, a woman was EXPECTED to marry and have children. And if school or work got in the way of that, there was no question which would be thrown out the window with the bath water. And sometimes, there was no choice either. A woman would wait for her Prince Charming to rescue her. A woman in those days went from her father's house to her husband's house.
I'm thankful to the whole Women's lib movement, Virginia Slims ads and burning of the bras. Really, I am. Because of all that, I have a choice. Be a PRINCESS or and ANTI-PRINCESS. But sometimes having choices just means that there's a RIGHT choice and a WRONG choice. And you all have to admit that you want your daughter to be more Oprah and less Martha (without the Prison time, duh! You know what I mean!).
We're bombarded with reminders everyday, every minute about having to be the best. You're either number one or you're a zero. Ambition and drive and excellence, these are the things that matter, that make you a person worthy of praise. Even our fairy tales have taken on weird angles to suit the Independent Woman culture of today. Little Red Riding Hood wasn't rescued by the Woodsman, she killed the Wolf herself with her kung-fu skills. We think that we have a choice between being the Princess or the Anti-Princess, but really, aren't we pressured enough to be the ANTI that it almost seems as if there's no other choice?
Why change the stories? Why discourage fairy tales? Because we've grown suspicious of happily ever after, we're teaching little girls that there's no such thing. What's wrong with believing that a handsome man will care for you and rescue you in your time of need? What's wrong with believing that a kiss can be so amazing that it can wake you up to a whole new world? What's wrong with wishing that a Fairy Godmother could make your dreams come true? What's wrong with believing in a little magic?
We've been so jaded by history that we think we're doing the new breed of little girls a favor by replacing dreams with ambition. That a girl's duty is be a PERSON, not JUST a woman.
When a woman with incredible achievements gets interviewed, she's always asked the question, "What's your greatest achievement" and her answer is always the same: "My children." Don't we all gag and throw up a little in our mouths? When a SINGLE woman with achievements is interviewed and she's asked the love life question, her answer is "I don't have time for all that". Don't we nod our heads in agreement and give her a mental pat on the back for a job well done?
"Fairy tales aren't real" is the cliche of the era. And as I said earlier, I know nothing else but being an ANTI-PRINCESS. But sometimes I wish I could honestly believe in Fairy Tales.