Freya likes to put my green acrylic bangle on her arm and walk around admiring it.
She also is fond of brushing her hair, and my hair, with her little baby hairbrush.
She seems to be taking on some “feminine” traits. I can only hope this doesn’t lead into some horrible full-blown princess obsession three or four years from now. Please no.
Autumn is very into princesses. I really don’t know how it happened. I’ve borrowed all these non-traditional princess books from the library to see if I can show her that princesses aren’t all sparkly and pretty. It isn’t really working.
Eeek. Scary. Stupid goddamn insidious pop culture. When I was a kid, princesses were not THAT big of a deal. But now they are everywhere. And they are just meaningless over-feminized branding tools.
Maybe I will just tell Freya that a REAL princess doesn’t wear tacky pink tutu dresses. She wears *Chanel*, darling.