ugly hidden shadows

In my spare time, I try to think of the factors that made me such a fucked up loser. I try to think of the things I thought and believed when I was a girl, the books I read, the songs I heard, and the films I saw. After crossing out books (I doubt “the little train that could” and “hello kitty goes to town” would influence me negatively) and music (“I wanna rock” and “yellow submarine” didn’t make me heart sick) It comes down to the films I saw, most particularly Disney Films. I sincerely doubt Mickey Mouse’s tales and those merry melodies made me the way I am now but I am mostly talking about those “princess” movies that have horribly influenced women for more than 70 years.
Snow White: Why did I like this movie as a kid? Did I hope for a wishing well to grant my wish of finding a prince who would take me to his kingdom in his white steed? That is so laughable to me. Did I hope of finding love one day at Snow White’s age with furry creatures all around me? Well I’m well Snow White’s age and I doubt that will happen to me anytime soon.
Cinderella: I can imagine the brainwashing occurring as I watched this piece of fluff. Girl dreams of happiness but can’t tell her dreams to her (again) furry friends or “they won’t come true”. Wow, I bet you I had dreams and didn’t tell them to anyone on account of them hoping to be real, I probably had a dream on a crush I had on a boy in junior high or elementary and did they come true? Nope. But the heart of the story lingered on in my mind, with the ball, that damn song, the slipper, need I go on? Brainwashing!
Little Mermaid: Girl dreams of being with someone of another world, does it without speaking a word of her mind, her thoughts, and ends up being married to him. That would be a dull marriage, do they like the same things, do they have the same political views, and do they laugh at the same things? None of that was covered in the film and this just led to the message: shut your mouth and you may get a man.
Pocahontas: This one is bittersweet for me. After watching this film, I can remember loving the inter-racial romance they had and wished one like that for me; a guy like Captain John Smith, all man and with a sense of adventure and not giving a hoot about what people thought. Of course, later I would find out white guys of that particular caliber don’t exist anymore, instead some, when young are lunk heads who like to binge drink on the weekends, obsess over their ATV/car/motorcycle, watch family guy and have only eyes for equal looking white girl lunk heads who think old is 1984, wear what those girls on “The hills” wear, obsess over where they are going for spring break, and binge drink at anywhere festive or festive looking. And they never would take anyone other than white seriously; they’d have them but just to “try” out, never for anything “serious” such as marriage. And then the vicious circle is complete when they marry and begin another generation of shadow racists. Again, I am making presumptions on people of the Abercrombie and Fitch set, the frat guys and sorority girls, not ALL white people. Some are awesome, artists who paint, musicians, writers, basically anyone who hasn’t wasted all their brain cells and reads the onion and listens to my morning jacket and watches the daily show. I see lunkheads all the time, A blonde short haired handsome guy with flip flops, khaki shorts, a Abercrombie shirt. I can tell his likes and dislikes by just looking at him, but then when I see a guy with converse shoes, regular jeans, a grey t-shirt with an black blazer and a devo pin on the lapel looking absolutely handsome with his shaggy dirty blonde hair, I see him as a mystery wanting to know more about him. Now I go for those interesting guys but back then, as a teen it was a big blow for me when I knew that those “frat guys” would only see me as an “experience” and never as a girlfriend.

Well we sort of went off the brainwashing path didn’t we? Well these films give hope and fantasy to girls believing that they are going to find their true love and end up happily ever after. They imagine they’ll meet them in a forest or something and that the first guy they’ll meet will be “the one”. I believe with the exception of Mulan, all these “princess” films should be banned on the account of leading girls to illusions of love and happiness when in reality love is heartbreaking, horrid, and really a depressing thing only to humor the fates above.