So for years I've been reading about how Disney has ruined women's expectations of men, and yet so many women fight this yearning that their lives were meant to be something more.
Like Belle, Ariel, Pocahontas, Kidagakash, Jasmine, etc... we want more. We want more, not because we're women and unreasonable, but because life is glorious and meant to be lived.
Sometimes, I want to give in to it... that voice that says my expectations are too high, I'm just being unreasonable, I should just settle, or even as Becca put it in her article "Disney is Ruining My Life," "I'm not settling for, but rather, I'm settling in."
What disturbs me most about this concept is that it presumes that adjusting to "adult life" means letting go of the "fantasies of youth." "Adult life" just feels like this, and it's ok... NO!!!
There are certain things about adult life that I could do without: the fact that humidity ruins my hair now matters, being the bigger person in relationships counts more, and now I usually do know better.
But being mature doesn't have to mean settling for the status quo or just convincing myself that "adult life" just feels like this. Adults don't have to lose their child-like nature, their wanderlust, their innocence or love of fun.
Secondly, the concept of "just being rescued" in Disney movies is not necessarily the case. In Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, yes... Snow White and Aurora are asleep, ergo, someone needs to rescue them. But they are kind and good and reckless a bit, and worth rescuing... are you?
Since I am not married, nor have I ever been, maybe you're sitting there thinking my post is idealistic poppycock, but I have actually been in relationships where guys saw through my bulls*** and I saw through theirs and we helped each other grow.
So they didn't end up being "the" guy, but that doesn't mean the entire philosophy is crap. I don't necessarily need someone to save me from my life, but I want someone who'd try, and I'd try to save him from himself... cause God-knows he'll need it. Disney men aren't perfect, and neither are the women--they just reach a point where they decide that love is better than their hang ups, and they make a change for each other, for themselves, for the sake of love. What's so stupid about that?