I feel ripped off by Disney movies. I grew up believing that my very own Prince Charming would find me, and it would be lovely, and I would be happy forever and there would never be a spider in the bath, or a blown light bulb when I’m home alone, or a rainy day when I missed the bus. My Prince Charming would never let me feel sad. I honestly believed that, because seeing is believing, and that was all I’d seen.
But I was little then, and now I am fourteen years old, and I wonder if Prince Charmings even exist. I know I’m too young to feel like this, but I’m glad of it. I’m glad I’ve realized now that even if I did find that perfect boy for me, sometimes spiders might still crawl up through the drain and I might only see them once I’d gotten all my bubble bath and candles ready. And I know that bus drivers are dickheads and won’t stop driving for someone who’s running to the stop, even if I do find the love of my life. I am glad that I know, now, that it’s okay if I never have a man like Prince Eric or Aladdin. Because Eric fucked a fish lady and Aladdin wears stupid pants anyway, and they couldn’t solve all my problems with a pretty song and dance. [...]
And yet, I still love a good Disney classic. Perhaps I too have already grown out of that whole "searching for Prince Charming" lovesick phase. I know some people don't get out of that phase, but like this girl I learned very early and I'm thankful for it. She's right. Who wants a guy who wears stupid pants and flies on carpets. Sorry... a good 'ol vehicle is good enough for me. But no, I don't think I've ever felt ripped by Disney in the love department. Their beautifully long Princess hair on the other hand.. now that's a different story.
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