Submitted by lana on Thu, 12/20/2007 - 8:58pm.
Bonfire of the Disney Princesses
by Barbara Ehrenreich
Contrary to the rumors I have been trying to spread for some time,
Disney Princess products are not contaminated with lead. More careful
analysis shows that the entire product line--books, DVDs, ball gowns,
necklaces, toy cell phones, toothbrush holders, T-shirts, lunch boxes,
backpacks, wallpaper, sheets, stickers etc.--is saturated with a
particularly potent time-release form of the date rape drug.
We cannot blame China this time, because the drug is in the concept,
which was spawned in the Disney studios. Before 2000, the Princesses
were just the separate, disunited, heroines of Disney animated films--
Snow White, Cinderella, Ariel, Aurora, Pocahontas, Jasmine, Belle, and
Mulan. Then Disney's Andy Mooney got the idea of bringing the gals
together in a team. With a wave of the wand ($10.99 at Target, tiara
included) they were all elevated to royal status and set loose on the
world as an imperial cabal, and have since have busied themselves
achieving global domination. Today, there is no little girl in the
wired, industrial world who does not seek to display her allegiance to
the pink- and-purple clad Disney dynasty.
Disney likes to think of the Princesses as role models, but what a
sorry bunch of wusses they are. Typically, they spend much of their time
in captivity or a coma, waking up only when a Prince comes along and
kisses them. The most striking exception is Mulan, who dresses as a boy
to fight in the army, but--like the other Princess of color,
Pocahontas--she lacks full Princess status and does not warrant a line
of tiaras and gowns. Otherwise the Princesses have no ambitions and no
marketable skills, although both Snow White and Cinderella are good at
housecleaning.
And what could they aspire to, beyond landing a Prince? In
Princessland, the only career ladder leads from baby-faced adolescence
to a position as an evil enchantress, stepmother or witch. Snow White's
wicked stepmother is consumed with envy for her stepdaughter's beauty;
the sea witch Ursula covets Ariel's lovely voice; Cinderella's
stepmother exploits the girl's cheap, uncomplaining, labor. No need for
complicated witch-hunting techniques--pin-prickings and dunkings--in
Princessland. All you have to look for is wrinkles.
Feminist parents gnash their teeth. For this their little girls gave
up Dora, who bounds through the jungle saving baby jaguars, whose mother
is an archeologist and whose adventures don't involve smoochy rescues by
Diego? There was drama in Dora's life too, and the occasional bad actor
like Swiper the fox. Even Barbie looks like a suffragette compared to
Disney's Belle. So what's the appeal of the pink tulle Princess cult?
Seen from the witchy end of the female life cycle, the Princesses exert
their pull through a dark and undeniable eroticism. They're sexy little
wenches, for one thing. Snow White has gotten slimmer and bustier over
the years; Ariel wears nothing but a bikini top (though, admittedly, she
is half fish.) In faithful imitation, the 3-year-old in my life
flounces around with her tiara askew and her Princess gown sliding off
her shoulder, looking for all the world like a London socialite after a
hard night of cocaine and booze. Then she demands a poison apple and
falls to the floor in a beautiful swoon. Pass the Rohypnol-laced
margarita, please.
It may be old-fashioned to say so, but sex--and especially some
middle-aged man's twisted version thereof--doesn't belong in the pre-K
playroom. Children are going to discover it soon enough, but they're got
to do so on their own.
There's a reason, after all, why we're generally more disgusted by
sexual abusers than adults who inflict mere violence on children: we
sense that sexual abuse more deeply messes with a child's mind. One's
sexual inclinations--straightforward or kinky, active or passive,
heterosexual or homosexual--should be free to develop without adult
intervention or manipulation. Hence our harshness toward the kind of
sexual predators who leer at kids and offer candy. But Disney, which
also owns ABC, Lifetime, ESPN, A&E and Miramax, is rewarded with $4 billion a year for marketing the masochistic Princess cult and its
endlessly proliferating paraphernalia.
Let's face it, no parent can stand up against this alone. Try to ban
the Princesses from your home, and you might as well turn yourself in to
Child Protective Services before the little girls get on their Princess
cell phones. No, the only way to topple royalty is through a mass
uprising of the long-suffering serfs. Assemble with your neighbors and
make a holiday bonfire out of all that plastic and tulle! March on
Disney World with pitchforks held high!
i spend a great deal of time balancing the disney/barbie scales with my five year old daughter. I have explained that the older women, ie witches/jealous stepmothers etc. are good for drama but just because some one looks a certain way, wrinkles, frown, dark hair/clothing, doesn't make them evil. And that being skinny, busty, "pretty" doesn't make you better than the short, fat, nonsymetrical people (ie me!) and that these movies are stories from before women and girls could be and do anything they want in life not just wait for a prince to save them.
there is so much more to it but the sexualized images of women aimed at children does support the dominant paradigm/ mainstream ideas of beauty, love, body/sensual issues and create patterns and ideals that stick with us our whole lives unless critical thinking skills are taught, and it is never too late, i learned to question during the riot grrrl days of my youth and right here on the old hipmama boards of the old days...