Saturday, April 30, 2011
Fairy Tales….
During college, my concentration was in Sociology. I had a very educated instructor who was quite adamant when it came to certain topics; especially equality between sexes. When I took the first class with her, she definitely said some things that I needed to hear at the time. She’d say, “Stop waiting for the Prince on the white horse to ride in and rescue you. You have to rescue yourself!” and, “ Fairy tales are all the same, a perfectly capable female waiting around for a Prince to come ‘rescue’ her.” (envision air quotes). The more I learned, and the longer I was in such classes, the more I would analyze movies and books…even commercials. I eventually came to what I considered to be a “realist’s” view, sharing the sentiments of my former instructor. Today, however, I was (after a VERY busy day) tooling around on the internet when I came across a video of the “Royal Wedding”. I couldn’t help but watch that beautiful woman, in her beautiful dress walk down that mile long, red carpet lined isle to her waiting Prince. Prince! I watched them say their vows, though I couldn’t hear it well for the blaring Star Wars Episode V in the background—don’t lose the irony here. At that moment it occurred to me. While he may not have rode in on a white horse to “rescue” her from an evil witch with poison apples or indentured servitude, she still married a prince! Also at that moment, it occurred to me, she and I are not so very different. After all, I'm beautiful, I have a beautiful dress, and, best of all, I already have my prince charming! Anyone have a mile or so of red carpet?
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I may be a competent women but I am certainly happy that I found my "Fairy tale Prince" riding in in his old Ford Mustang! And he did indeed "rescue" me from 36 years of not having someone to love me and pamper me silly. I miss my Lew so much and wish I had my Fairy tale Prince back. BB
If the Prince is a real MAN with good values and loves the heck out of us, there's nothing wrong with letting him "save us", in my opinion...it's a wonderful feeling to be able to lean on a husband and for him to know you like that....and he can lean on you, too.
I suddenly lost my Prince 18 months ago; and I was 39 when I found him.
I'd give anything for one of Mr. Z's very grouchiest days just so he was here.
Because he was still my prince, no matter what.
Teachers are selling women a lousy bill of goods.
Brenda, your Prince Charming is always present as long as you have a story to tell about him. Just because his earth suit wore out doesn't mean his spirit did. You know he's there with you because you can feel him. We tend to get hung up on the "if I can't touch it, it isn't real" idea, but the love you must have for each other should disprove that theory all together. I know you must miss seeing him every day and hearing his voice, but you can still do that. Just close your eyes and listen. It can't be that difficult to do. People talk to G_d all the time and have never seen him once. :)
Z, I meant to include you in the response to BB as well, but got caught up. I'm very sorry about Mr. Z. The Prince lives on! :)
I agree about the "lousy bill of goods", but in both directions. I fear we teach our young girls that Prince Charming will come rescue them under false pretense. Too many quid pro quo's, like "if you wear a size 0 pants and a DD bra", or "if you put out on the first date". We've forgotten to teach our children BOTH love AND respect for themselves. I figure that's why the divorce rate continues to rise. We display ourselves as sex objects and sell ourselves as something we're not because we're trying to live up to a corrupt society's expectations so that we can have our commercially promised "Happily Ever After". We need to teach our kids both sides of the story, because once we learn to love ourselves some of that selfishness goes away. Ironic isn't it? Thanks for the comments!
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