Not that any child deserves to have an adult label them in any manner.
It may be that I am sick of people speaking mindlessly. What is a princess, anyway? According to Merriam Webster, a princess is the eldest daughter of a British sovereign —a title granted for life and used only after it has been specifically conferred by the sovereign.
It would be nice to be British royalty. This morning the coffee maker was cranky, two of our stove burners were broken and we had to leave a message for the super so my husband can make his morning tea while I make the morning oatmeal simultaneously. Shoot, this is about Disney. He sent out the Disney troops to make piles and miles of land-fill crap consisting of costumes. Trillions of dollars later, we have plates. We have Little Golden Books. We have the aforementioned costumes and their junky paraphernalia. And beyond the damage to the planet, we have conformity, in greater numbers than ever before.
It is intuitively right. That is my biggest problem with the label. You are some strange, undefined thing that apparently every other girl is too, if you are to believe the words of strangers who think they have a right to call you anything at all, which they do not.
Do me a favor. Do the world a favor. The world is not a neat and tidy place.
It is not a place where all girls are one way. I am so sorry to make you anxious. Leave my fucking daughter alone. Anyone who knows me personally knows this is not only exactly what I said, but it is the abridged version. I told him he was free to ask her name, to tell her that he hoped she had a nice day, or that we enjoy the toys upstairs. What he was not free to do was call my daughter a fucking princess. I am not waging war against all gender stereotypes. I have no idea if the genders are different, and if so, to what extent it is biological. I just bought a book called Why Gender Matters, actually.
I certainly want to know if there is science to help me understand and guide my daughter with any problems that may arise from her brain chemistry. The human heart and mind is awash in riddles. Each person has a lifetime of dealing with her own riddles and the riddles of those she encounters intimately and casually.
We must yell at shopkeepers who are brainwashed by a society that is pathologically terrified of letting girls out of the box. When my daughter gets older, she will make lots of decisions that will reflect the light of the prism we call identity. She may be a makeup-wearer. She may be a soccer player or an introverted writer bent over notebooks in a research library. She may be a dancer or a doctor or a restaurant critic.
She may be a street clown. She will work all sorts of odd jobs and stumble and fall and wonder who she is, the way the rest of us do. If she does, however, become the eldest daughter of a British sovereign, I expect her to get that heating pipe in our second bedroom fixed. This post first ran on Hungry Little Animal.
Would you like to view this in our Australian edition? But I have been witness to parents and grandparents using the word incessantly to the point where I wonder if this little person will ever grow up to know their legal name. Note id be saying the same thing to a man or woman- that treatment of another humanbeing is not ok That poor man will now think that you are a grade A jerk whenever he sees you walk into his store. Ok, maybe a "hard time" is a bit of an exaggeration. I make it a point to avoid rudeness, especially when I have something very important to say. I rarely comment in the social media environment, but this one struck a chord. I lost interest shortly after the f word.
She has one very patient husband and one impatient three year old who has inspired her to write, although frequently not about children or motherhood. She worked as a part-time nanny in Manhattan for many years, which provided much joy and many punch lines. You can find her at hungrylittleanimal.
Ok fine, we'll begrudgingly admit it. But there's no reason why we can't share the content later, right? BLUNTGuests brings you some of the funniest, saddest, most heartwarming content from the internet that you might not have seen during its first run. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. A simple and warm thank you would go a long way. I agree with Tristan, I see nothing wrong with it. I lost interest shortly after the f word.
In fact, when I found out that our second child was a girl, this became one of my most-often repeated sayings. Thanks for saying what you did to the store manager. I loathe the idea of princesses, especially Cinderella. Rescue your damn self!!!! This is a very relative notion. For example, in My Little Pony being a princess is a very important and complementary status. I agree that there is never such a label put on little boys.
As the mom of two girls, 3 and 6 I also feel that way about putting labels on my kids. Usually ambivalent to inane blog posts I read at night because my 3-month old keeps me awake, this one hits a nerve. I agree they can be. This article makes me angry simply because the woman writing it is rude. In front of her daughter. And proud of it. So what you just taught your 2-year old is that its OK to be rude to another human being. Her toys included just as many cars and trains as they did books and dolls. She just gravitated to the dolls and books over the cars and trains. And finally, one day she asked me for a Tiara.
So, my daughter the Princess says please and thank you. My daughter the Princess loves her family. My daughter the Princess eats her dinner and puts away her toys. Not because Disney told her so, but because her mother taught her so. Thank you so much for your comment, as it affords me the opportunity to make an additional point or four. Men are consistently applauded when they take a public stance against a culture of mindless oppression of their beloved girls; women, alas, are often called names and condescended to in more violent and insidious ways when they dare cross a line and are anything but perfectly polite.
It is particularly disheartening when a woman engages in this condescension. Thank you for reminding me of just how far we have to go in our struggle that there are women so quick to assume another woman is out of line when she speaks her mind. I was, in fact, my usual polite self. Often articulate extemporaneous speech can be perceived as aggressive, especially in women. I never said I was proud of the interaction. What I was , in fact, was resigned to my obligation. I do make it a point to show my daughter that her mother is available for a reality check and will protect her boundaries when she is taken aback by a confusing label assigned to her by a stranger.
One day, she will have a strong sense of her right to her body and her identity. Then I will indeed be proud of my contribution to that sense. I can think of nothing more neglectful than allowing a stranger to hurt my child and NOT showing her that she is worth more than a mindless label. I make it a point to avoid rudeness, especially when I have something very important to say.
I would never diminish the value of my words by undermining them with anything less than sterling politeness. Again, thank you for helping me bring up these important additional points. Always very grateful for those opportunities! Leslie Kendall Dye recently posted… Quick Change. Thanks for the feedback Leslie. Possibly it was a rhetorical use of the word. Maybe people who know you would know better. I was also not judging women. I would say the same to a man. My girl is a princess.
And just this morning, she was an airplane. My son, is almost always dressed in pink. And finally, when we put our opinions out there, we should accept that people will have different opinions. So see, I have a hard time understanding this fascination with calling our young girls or even infants princesses. In fact, if you really think about it, what does a princess do as property of a king or soon, property of a prince?
She didn't earn the land she owns.
Jojo, the little girl seen in the viral YouTube video, instructs her dad she does not want to be called "my princess." "Let me tell you something,". Whatever you do, do not call this little girl a princess! Dads we love them, but they can be so clueless sometimes. Especially when it comes to really important .
She didn't sew that dress she wears, and she probably has people who make her food. Now please don't email with, "Princess Kate does amazing things! Ok, let's get back to the Disney idea of princess because I have to think this is why parents call their daughters princess right? Although I don't remember my parents or any of my friends' parents calling their daughters this. Even if this is the case, it just seems to me that by calling your daughter a princess all the time is to say she is royalty and that she deserves to be treated that way.
So here's my question I'm just asking the question. Because in the real world, people don't treat you like royalty or wait on you hand and foot. Life is often not easy or at least cluttered with disappointments. Who Won The Voice Season 15? We and our partners use cookies on this site to improve our service, perform analytics, personalize advertising, measure advertising performance, and remember website preferences.
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