Everyday Should Be Princess Day!!!!!!!
Princess Ariel tripped up to her vanity mirror
and began to brush her long red tresses, which flounced perfectly to the
tip of their length. Her strawberry skin beamed and her eyes shone.
The princess turned on her nemesis – her housekeeper and attendant – as Carlotta entered her bed chamber. Carlotta had been up for hours already and had Ariel's schedule. No sooner had the housekeeper opened her mouth to say “lessons” than the princess turned an unbecoming purple shade of rage and began to yell.
“Heck no! I was up until two dancing and had to finish my work yesterday and I'm going to the stables to see my horse's new saddle. I must also see to it that my cat's needs are met and I won't have my lessons today as I'm too tired!”
“Princess Ariel, your duties as a princess...”
“Don't lecture me!” Ariel glared as if to incinerate the housekeeper with her eyes as her father's Triton. “I know my duties and responsibilities and don't need you to tell me what to do! I can plan for myself now please, GO away!”
Carlotta stuck fast to her place. “If I do, these things won't be tended to and then the kingdom will suffer,” she said firmly.
“Stop yelling at me! Don't throw the kingdom up in my face to chide me either. My husband can handle that fine without anyone!” Ariel threw a shoe at that wall. Ariel never kept her shoes on. “I'll get it done, but I'll do it when I'm ready too. Please leave before you upset me further.” Ariel tossed her hair and flounced away from the “Princess's Chaperon” as she was jokingly titled sometimes. Carlotta smothered a moan. She would have to argue the days length to get anything done.
“My darling Eric will be here soon and I don't want to be upset when he arrives!” Ariel patted powder on her nose, erasing the redness her fit had brought on.
Princess Snow White
picked at the collection of lint, dust and perspiration between her toes. She didn't want to touch it, but did just the same. Similar to how she felt about solidified snot within her nostrils. It felt wonderful to remove it, but the horrid substance then stuck to your finger and had to be disposed of under a chair. At this moment, she had one leg upon a stool so as to use the light in fussing with her toes when her mother-in-law walked in.
“Snow! Put down your legs!! I can most see all up your petticoats!” The queen had a persistent tone of instruction that bothered Snow White exceedingly. It couldn't be helped though. Snow White had lived with dwarfs for so long, her manners were somewhat lacking.
“Now, please do be proper at dinner tonight. I want you to... not doing anything gross.”
Snow White had chewed on a turkey bone, spilled champagne down her bodice, fallen asleep, spilled entire tureens of soup on her neighbors, gotten tipsy off of malt beer, spoken rudely, danced with her skirts held too high, snorted, and in general - done everything wrong since she had married the prince. Anything disgraceful that could happen at a party, Snow White had done.
The queen stepped into the closet to see if any of Snow's dresses lacked stains. The unfortunate Queen began to instruct Snow White yet again to walk the stairs stately and not slide down the banister with her underthings exposed. She was interrupted, for her daughter-in-law's mouth had produced a voluminous sound much like a bulbous toad.
“SNOW WHITE!” The queen cried out, near to tears.
“Hey, better out now than at dinner, right?” Snow White giggled as she couldn't help the pleasure she always felt when the vein in the queen's forehead throbbed fantastically.
Princess Aurora smothered a yawn as yet another person came forward with their dispute. Two women stood before the courtroom, which was just a large gallery with a formal and uncomfortable chair on a pedestal. Here, her father insisted she take over settling all the town's womenfolk’s disputes. She had heard 75 yesterday and she'd lost count today after 12. Too many. All she wanted was to go riding in the forest and visit the fairies or go out on the lake with Phillip in her father's sailing boat or even just a stroll in the gardens. But no. Her father told her she was careless and too indifferent to others as a princess. To teach her a lesson, she had to listen and help others.
“Ma'am,” chorused the ugly, bedraggled women before her. Aurora thought a jump in the lake would do them both good. The left one, less dirty than the other spoke with several teeth missing. Aurora fingered her silk gown of glimmering pink while the peasant spoke.
“This here woman is my neighbor and she done took my wash tub from my back door!”
“I did not!” snarled the second. The arguing began. Aurora held up her hand, irritated. Her aid silenced them.
“You. Dirty woman, give her back her tub or compensate her.”
“Ma'am!” yelled the second.
“I am inclined to believe you don't own a wash tub or you wouldn't look as you do, or smell so vile. Now, both of you, go. I'm done with you,” Aurora said.
The royal scribe looked up, questioningly, but Aurora refused to be reprimanded. So what if her father read her days log later. It didn't matter to her. The next two bickering women stepped forward, but Aurora stood up and a hush fell over the rooms occupants.
“Stop it you fools!” she yelled, unladylike. “I don't care! If she took your husband, he must have gotten better biscuits! I tell you I don't give two snuffs from a gold box! I don't worry about you or give a fig what you do!” Here, Aurora stamped her foot indignantly. “All of you clear off and leave me be! I won't waste my time with you so stop being such ninny-brained chickens and go home! I said I'm through!!”
One woman, tearfully saying she'd waited all day tried to stop the Princess Aurora, but was shoved away.
“You don't understand, you disgusting, dirty excuse of a human-being! I. Don't. Care.”
Princess Aurora left her courtroom with revulsion and disdain.
Everyday Should Be Princess Day!
Well, yes dear, but the truth is, ladies, we are sometimes the evil stepmother. We aren't always pretty, sweet, gentle, and delicate. We aren't always appropriately spunky and heroic.
There is the cliché title, “God's Princess” Christians like to use. We tell little girls they are princesses from day two of their lives. We spoil babies in the name of “princess”. Girls that grow up with Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora can have a bit of a complex. I'm a princess, therefore, I am Jasmine and can fly away on a magic carpet and not go to bed tonight.
In reality, Disney Princesses are not realistic female – character - role models as much as they are pretty pigeons. In “real life” girls are bipolar, confused, love-hungry creatures made in God's image. Not cotton-headed like Snow White or wimpy like Cinderella or sheep-like Aurora who have life magically work out for them. We have opinions, desires, beliefs, dreams bigger than castles and power beyond big eyes and voluminous mascara.
Female emotions go up and down. Hormones go back and forth, or so I heard from a biology major friend of mine. The weather changes and women are royally screwed up. Then they get pregnant and there is no saving them.
We have a lot against us, but God did not give us that as an excuse to be less of a Christ-like woman. We need to earn our title. We can't be cruel and expect to be loved. We can't be gross and expect people to think well of us. We can't ignore the fruit of the spirit God calls us to grow and expect God to be pleased with our human interactions. We can't use PMS as an excuse 30 days a month. We need to expect to not be perfect and work towards being Godly-women. No perfect. Just as close to Christ-like as we can.
Sometimes, rare times, we can't help it, but most times, we can.
Ladies, how many times out of ten can you say you act like a princess? You are one, you are God's princess, cliches aside. By your womanly right, you are a princess and a queen. Yet, how often do you act like a princess? Benevolent, honorable, magnanimous, generous, a benefactress, discerning, kind, as a female Solomon. As Deborah, as Easter, as Abigail, and even as the blessed Rehab?
I know full well that sometimes princes act like dogs (Super[chic]!) but our concern isn't the princes or dogs, but OUR actions and attributes.
As princesses, we are still human and it valid to have bad days and to be real and not pretend to feel otherwise. BUT you can't expect royal treatment or red carpets when you stamp your heels and are sour and cruel. There is one word that describes the opposite of a princess, and it rhymes with “witch”.
Everyday should be princess day, but we aren't princesses everyday. We can be the villain sometimes, the antagonist. My attitude is revolting sometimes, a lot of times. I am judgmental and I have a short fuse some days. I freak out on people when I really shouldn't. I can be very cruel on witch-y days. I wished a pianist dead more than once, so I wouldn't have to hear him ever again. Not very princess-y, huh?
Point? If we acknowledge that we are not perfect and don't deserve the royal treatment all the time, and work to be worthy of the title “princess”, we're on the right track. Millions of “entitled”, “liberated” women need to learn this. We aren't owed anything just for being women. Choose to be a princess. Consciously act like a princess. Acknowledge your “w(b)itchy” days and get over them. Who knows... maybe we can get to a point where everyday is Princess Day!!!
9/2011
The princess turned on her nemesis – her housekeeper and attendant – as Carlotta entered her bed chamber. Carlotta had been up for hours already and had Ariel's schedule. No sooner had the housekeeper opened her mouth to say “lessons” than the princess turned an unbecoming purple shade of rage and began to yell.
“Heck no! I was up until two dancing and had to finish my work yesterday and I'm going to the stables to see my horse's new saddle. I must also see to it that my cat's needs are met and I won't have my lessons today as I'm too tired!”
“Princess Ariel, your duties as a princess...”
“Don't lecture me!” Ariel glared as if to incinerate the housekeeper with her eyes as her father's Triton. “I know my duties and responsibilities and don't need you to tell me what to do! I can plan for myself now please, GO away!”
Carlotta stuck fast to her place. “If I do, these things won't be tended to and then the kingdom will suffer,” she said firmly.
“Stop yelling at me! Don't throw the kingdom up in my face to chide me either. My husband can handle that fine without anyone!” Ariel threw a shoe at that wall. Ariel never kept her shoes on. “I'll get it done, but I'll do it when I'm ready too. Please leave before you upset me further.” Ariel tossed her hair and flounced away from the “Princess's Chaperon” as she was jokingly titled sometimes. Carlotta smothered a moan. She would have to argue the days length to get anything done.
“My darling Eric will be here soon and I don't want to be upset when he arrives!” Ariel patted powder on her nose, erasing the redness her fit had brought on.
Princess Snow White
picked at the collection of lint, dust and perspiration between her toes. She didn't want to touch it, but did just the same. Similar to how she felt about solidified snot within her nostrils. It felt wonderful to remove it, but the horrid substance then stuck to your finger and had to be disposed of under a chair. At this moment, she had one leg upon a stool so as to use the light in fussing with her toes when her mother-in-law walked in.
“Snow! Put down your legs!! I can most see all up your petticoats!” The queen had a persistent tone of instruction that bothered Snow White exceedingly. It couldn't be helped though. Snow White had lived with dwarfs for so long, her manners were somewhat lacking.
“Now, please do be proper at dinner tonight. I want you to... not doing anything gross.”
Snow White had chewed on a turkey bone, spilled champagne down her bodice, fallen asleep, spilled entire tureens of soup on her neighbors, gotten tipsy off of malt beer, spoken rudely, danced with her skirts held too high, snorted, and in general - done everything wrong since she had married the prince. Anything disgraceful that could happen at a party, Snow White had done.
The queen stepped into the closet to see if any of Snow's dresses lacked stains. The unfortunate Queen began to instruct Snow White yet again to walk the stairs stately and not slide down the banister with her underthings exposed. She was interrupted, for her daughter-in-law's mouth had produced a voluminous sound much like a bulbous toad.
“SNOW WHITE!” The queen cried out, near to tears.
“Hey, better out now than at dinner, right?” Snow White giggled as she couldn't help the pleasure she always felt when the vein in the queen's forehead throbbed fantastically.
Princess Aurora smothered a yawn as yet another person came forward with their dispute. Two women stood before the courtroom, which was just a large gallery with a formal and uncomfortable chair on a pedestal. Here, her father insisted she take over settling all the town's womenfolk’s disputes. She had heard 75 yesterday and she'd lost count today after 12. Too many. All she wanted was to go riding in the forest and visit the fairies or go out on the lake with Phillip in her father's sailing boat or even just a stroll in the gardens. But no. Her father told her she was careless and too indifferent to others as a princess. To teach her a lesson, she had to listen and help others.
“Ma'am,” chorused the ugly, bedraggled women before her. Aurora thought a jump in the lake would do them both good. The left one, less dirty than the other spoke with several teeth missing. Aurora fingered her silk gown of glimmering pink while the peasant spoke.
“This here woman is my neighbor and she done took my wash tub from my back door!”
“I did not!” snarled the second. The arguing began. Aurora held up her hand, irritated. Her aid silenced them.
“You. Dirty woman, give her back her tub or compensate her.”
“Ma'am!” yelled the second.
“I am inclined to believe you don't own a wash tub or you wouldn't look as you do, or smell so vile. Now, both of you, go. I'm done with you,” Aurora said.
The royal scribe looked up, questioningly, but Aurora refused to be reprimanded. So what if her father read her days log later. It didn't matter to her. The next two bickering women stepped forward, but Aurora stood up and a hush fell over the rooms occupants.
“Stop it you fools!” she yelled, unladylike. “I don't care! If she took your husband, he must have gotten better biscuits! I tell you I don't give two snuffs from a gold box! I don't worry about you or give a fig what you do!” Here, Aurora stamped her foot indignantly. “All of you clear off and leave me be! I won't waste my time with you so stop being such ninny-brained chickens and go home! I said I'm through!!”
One woman, tearfully saying she'd waited all day tried to stop the Princess Aurora, but was shoved away.
“You don't understand, you disgusting, dirty excuse of a human-being! I. Don't. Care.”
Princess Aurora left her courtroom with revulsion and disdain.
Everyday Should Be Princess Day!
Well, yes dear, but the truth is, ladies, we are sometimes the evil stepmother. We aren't always pretty, sweet, gentle, and delicate. We aren't always appropriately spunky and heroic.
There is the cliché title, “God's Princess” Christians like to use. We tell little girls they are princesses from day two of their lives. We spoil babies in the name of “princess”. Girls that grow up with Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora can have a bit of a complex. I'm a princess, therefore, I am Jasmine and can fly away on a magic carpet and not go to bed tonight.
In reality, Disney Princesses are not realistic female – character - role models as much as they are pretty pigeons. In “real life” girls are bipolar, confused, love-hungry creatures made in God's image. Not cotton-headed like Snow White or wimpy like Cinderella or sheep-like Aurora who have life magically work out for them. We have opinions, desires, beliefs, dreams bigger than castles and power beyond big eyes and voluminous mascara.
Female emotions go up and down. Hormones go back and forth, or so I heard from a biology major friend of mine. The weather changes and women are royally screwed up. Then they get pregnant and there is no saving them.
We have a lot against us, but God did not give us that as an excuse to be less of a Christ-like woman. We need to earn our title. We can't be cruel and expect to be loved. We can't be gross and expect people to think well of us. We can't ignore the fruit of the spirit God calls us to grow and expect God to be pleased with our human interactions. We can't use PMS as an excuse 30 days a month. We need to expect to not be perfect and work towards being Godly-women. No perfect. Just as close to Christ-like as we can.
Sometimes, rare times, we can't help it, but most times, we can.
Ladies, how many times out of ten can you say you act like a princess? You are one, you are God's princess, cliches aside. By your womanly right, you are a princess and a queen. Yet, how often do you act like a princess? Benevolent, honorable, magnanimous, generous, a benefactress, discerning, kind, as a female Solomon. As Deborah, as Easter, as Abigail, and even as the blessed Rehab?
I know full well that sometimes princes act like dogs (Super[chic]!) but our concern isn't the princes or dogs, but OUR actions and attributes.
As princesses, we are still human and it valid to have bad days and to be real and not pretend to feel otherwise. BUT you can't expect royal treatment or red carpets when you stamp your heels and are sour and cruel. There is one word that describes the opposite of a princess, and it rhymes with “witch”.
Everyday should be princess day, but we aren't princesses everyday. We can be the villain sometimes, the antagonist. My attitude is revolting sometimes, a lot of times. I am judgmental and I have a short fuse some days. I freak out on people when I really shouldn't. I can be very cruel on witch-y days. I wished a pianist dead more than once, so I wouldn't have to hear him ever again. Not very princess-y, huh?
Point? If we acknowledge that we are not perfect and don't deserve the royal treatment all the time, and work to be worthy of the title “princess”, we're on the right track. Millions of “entitled”, “liberated” women need to learn this. We aren't owed anything just for being women. Choose to be a princess. Consciously act like a princess. Acknowledge your “w(b)itchy” days and get over them. Who knows... maybe we can get to a point where everyday is Princess Day!!!
9/2011
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