Here is Disney feeling all warm and fuzzy about themselves – look we finally made a black princess! Of course her features are pretty similar to the white Disney princesses (equal opportunity unrealistic depictions of female beauty) and she gets to be sexually harassed by a frog. But the nicest bit is that she has a wise old black man toothless old bum firefly watching over her, cos she’s black, you know. Disney has always had a special talent for racism.
Every feminist parent draws the line somewhere, and rolls over like a capitulating dog to sexism and mindless consumerism elsewhere. So I’m not judging you parents (I swear). As with Bratz dolls, I’ve been attempting to draw the line at Disney princesses, but they’re a force more powerful than me. Disney princesses are so contraband in our house that they’ve actually become a rather seductive taboo for our three year old daughter. How she loves to point out Disney princesses everywhere (especially when we’re visiting), and how she loves to dabble in a bit of the Disney princess love that dare not speak its name right in front of my exasperated self. I’ve decided to follow this advice with it, so we have a Disney princess happy hopper currently residing in the play room. A, it was second hand so none of my money went directly to Disney and, B, she is doing something energetic and ungainly with her princess product.