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Cinderella Ate My Daughter

Dispatches From the Front Lines of the New Girlie-girl Culture
PrimaGigi
Oct 09, 2011PrimaGigi rated this title 1 out of 5 stars
I dislike the color pink. I dislike the theory of color-coded gender binary. I dislike anyone telling me, I should act like a girl (when I am a woman) My reason for disliking pink is because of everyone else's preconceived notions of the color and bombarding it upon young girls on a daily basis. That this is the color of girl-girles (another term coined that I seriously hate). What exactly is a girl-girly? I am not a girl-girly apparently, as on many occasions I have been told this, because I am not frivolous nor into dressing-up. Yet, having the organs proves other wise. Or the fact that I have pictures to prove the former. To the contrary; I love dressing-up and putting on make-up. I just don't enjoy being frivolous and ornate. I, thankfully grew-up before the princess craze hit my generation. I was interested in Dinosaurs and books, I did have barbies, and made them wild and naked (the clothing was cumbersome and awful). It worries me that my little sister has to now grow-up in this glittery world of mind-cavities. Not to say that wanting to be a princess is bad. My issue with the craze is that real princesses in history have been known to be progressive, political and warriors. Making them fierce queens. (EX. Elizabeth I, Mary I, Victoria, Catherine The Great,Pocahontas,Princess Kaiulani ...) In this realm the princesses being presented to our young girls are nothing more then wasteful waifs. No fire or passion. No need to better the plight of their kingdoms (unless of course the plight can be summed up in song) Some of them aren't princess from a bloodline, but made so by marriage, which they wait upon. It's the Disney ideology of princesses that makes me so worrisome about allowing my sister to watch any of the movies that don't depict what it really means to have the weight of a country upon your shoulders. Some of fears are brought up in the chapters, but it seems that the author is trying to come off as snarky and above it all. I would have enjoyed having a truly through look as to why such ideals and ideology are bigger then they should be. How my and this generation has now been imbued with them, how the children of the aughts have now step backwards into the chauvinist leanings. I don't remember growing-up this way, I don't understand why now my generation has accepted this with open arms and frowns at me for questioning them about the damages in separating girls into categories at such young ages. That theory wasn't answered in this book. How one girl is deemed acceptable, therefore better because she happens to want to put on the dress-up clothing and the other is thrown the world of Tomboy, simply because she willing plays in the dirt. The two don't correlate. (Oh the gender-fucking you parents, so fear, yet you give your kids so willing over to with that word.) I wanted the hierarchies answered, torn down and rearranged. I wanted a serious commentary on the overload of princess culture. Yes, girls are screwed-up for not knowing realities of what being born or married into that life-style entails. Their all getting Marie Antoinette and not Elizabeth I (all girls should be lead to Elizabeth I at the tender ages of 8-12) I was hoping against hope, Peggy would lead me to the land of Milk and Honey. That if asked, why I do I so dash the indulgence of parents in whom allow their daughters to revel in these things. I wanted to be able to point to this book as proof my rabid rage is not unfounded, but truly that their own idiocy is killing the mind of their children. Nothing was really talked about, nothing truly throughly questioned. American Girl makes you broke, Disney is the devil and everything is pink. Well, I guess I shouldn't complain if the ideas weren't actually fleshed out more the book would have spanned into four volumes. I guess one woman is an island... It's just me and my buddy Wilson and his pink tiara crown, mocking me....