The Peaceful Fundamentalist

I have a great affinity for Disney.

What can I say, the franchise has been shoved up my nose ever since I was a toddler. I was Belle for Halloween in 2nd grade (complete with bright red rouge and exasperating smile), and then recycled a costume that was a cross between Jasmine and Esmeralda every year after that (or a genie, or a fortune teller….really, they’re all the same outfit).

I believe as I’ve grown older and out of the magical fairyland Walt Disney promised me I’d live in forever (that jerk…), I’ve transferred my love of the pesky but oh-so-lovable rodent into a fascination of the lore around Disney.

Scandals, racism, myths, deaths…I eat it all up. So don’t expect this to be my last word on the topic (after all, I have yet to discuss why it is Goofy can talk but Pluto can’t, and how I thought for my entire life that the “D” in the Disney logo was a “G.” And laugh at me all you want for the last part, I have a whole facebook group of proof that I’m not alone. BA-BAM)

Here’s a bit I found about the Disney princesses (in and of themselves subjects of great speculation regarding gender, race, etc. I mean, where the heck is Tiana?! Good job, Disney, you created a black Princess to throw into the spotlight for one glorious minute, you can now sit on your butts for the next 75 years until someone else exposes you for another social ill. Sigh. It’s the quad-million dollar international franchises based off of mice, dogs, and ducks you love the most that hurt you the most…)

The image just goes to show what you and I – and, well, 5.8 billion other people – have been taught to believe about women through our exposure and love for these “heroines.”

(grazi, buzzfeed!)

PS: If you ever come across ANYTHING related to Disney, kindly do send it my way.