|Disney Princesses. Just shoot me now.|
If you want to separate the princesses from the Cinderellas, or the girls from the women, the homestead is an excellent place to do it. For some reason, this week has had me thinking a lot about the women's liberation movement and whether or not it is DOA -- Dead On Arrival -- due to the persistence of princesses in our world.
This last week featured a lot of princesses in my life. I have a friend whose 4 year-old daughter is positively obsessed with being a princess in every way (and she is encouraged by mom, believe me). I had a coworker give me a scene-by-scene description of the movie "Frozen," (featuring princesses, once again) because I asked him what it was about.
And I saw Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams' video for their "Blurred Lines"song.
You are probably asking 1) how the video, which features three naked women fawning over and being fawned over by Williams and Thicke, is about princesses, and 2) how in the hell all this relates to homesteading.
Just stay with me.
It all ties in, you see, because the idea behind the women's liberation movement is the concept of not being a princess -- not waiting and hoping your prince will notice you and deem you worthy to be with him. Both the women's liberation and the homesteading movements are, believe it or not, about BEING CINDERELLA (not the princess, but the girl in dirty clothes tending the coal fire) and becoming empowered to be self-sufficient and using your skills to support yourself and/or care for your family.
|Could you shoot me again, if you haven't already?|
Cinderella was a homesteader, even though her sisters were wanna-be princesses -- the same kind that are in the "Blurred Lines" video -- pouting, strutting, preening, all in the hopes of being noticed by some important guy (except of course, that Cindi's sisters were allowed to have clothes). Cinderella was the one who made everything happen. She was the one who kept the fire going, cooked dinner, cleaned up and probably took care of the vegetable garden and bartering for goods in the town square.
In short, Cinderella rocked. Until she became a princess, of course, at which point I'm sure her days were filled with pedicures, pretty dresses and parties. Or naked music videos. Who knows?
When the women's liberation movement began in earnest, we were all pretty committed about the idea of not being princesses -- not waiting around for Prince Charming to complete us and take us off to his castle, where we'd be waited on hand and foot forever. We wanted to do things ourselves. We toted the 5-gallon water bottle to the water cooler in the office ourselves, instead of asking one of the guys to do it for us. We fixed our own plumbing. We opened our own doors, unless we were carrying something heavy.
And when the back-to-the-land movement hit full stride, we got out there and planted, weeded and harvested along with the guys. (Plus then spent days in the kitchen preserving it all --usually sans guys.)
So you would think that this next generation of women would be even more bad-ass than we were. But many, many aren't. Instead, they are shedding their clothes in music videos, hoping to be noticed by the Important Pop Stars. Or they are living on their own, but they are crying crisis and drama at every turn, hoping someone will rescue them financially or in other ways. Or they are teaching their daughters to dress in pink and never get dirty. It makes me angry, because all women -- especially those that will come after us -- pay the price when this becomes acceptable. We are not taken as seriously, not paid as well, and not respected as we should be.
And you can't blame an old crone like me for wondering what in the hell happened. Was being a princess just easier? Is being a drama queen more profitable than pulling your own freight?
|Real woman, real work. A No-Princess Zone.|
If before I reach Great Age, I could see a world with more empowered, active Cinderelles and less princesses, it would make me so happy. Can we all just be the bad-ass women we are capable of, instead of drama-seeking, strutting, pink princesses? Please?