Grrr…I know it’s lame, especially considering the fact that just about everything in the town where we live (Burbank) is either named after or somehow affiliated with Walt Disney — hell, we live within walking distance of the Disney studios! — but we have been trying really hard NOT to let Greta get sucked into the Disney Princesses sinkhole.
It’s not that either Mrs. Yeti or myself have anything against the princesses themelves. On their own, in their own worlds and time periods in their movies, they are a very charming group of strong, empowered, forward-thinking young women. Um, except Ariel. I mean, she’s gorgeous, with all that flowing hair and that voice and everything, but, I’m sorry, she’s about as deep as a bathtub.
The real problem we have is with all that shameless Disney marketing. I mean, come on, these Princesses were not friends, they didn’t hang out and they sure as hell didn’t spend the holidays together singing Christmas songs. It’s all so…calculated and marketing-y, you know?
Anyway, despite our best efforts to the contrary, tonight, we finally lost the battle with the Disney Princesses. That’s right, Daddy took back the perfectly good pink bunny sleeping bag from Target and returned home with a painfully-pink sleeping bag emblazoned with the faces of Cinderella, Belle, and sweet, stupid Ariel.
And you know what, Greta loved her new sleeping bag so much that she’s sleeping in it (on her bed) right now. And since we are totally in favor of anything that gets that girl to sleep this week…tonight, and only tonight, I am feeling some serious love for those Disney Princesses. Thanks, gals…