Walt's Nightmare

My understanding is that Walt Disney was one of these people with an obsessive need for propriety.

Couple that with his corporation's voracious pursuit of profit and you have a series of virginal "princesses" smiling blandly from storybooks, lunchboxes, plastic sandals, and every other freaking thing a little girl might want to acquire. Being the daddy of one of these little girls, I'm very familiar with the Disney Princesses.

But not quite like this;Nice...a little series of Mucha-style DPs as the Seven Deadly Sins over at "Wildammo".

Here's my favorite; Princess Jasmine does "Wrath":Um. Wow.

Somehow I don't think that's going to make the side of the lunchbox.

While we're on the subject of Dincesses, here's a couple more I liked; "Hipster Princesses", courtesy of "Geek With Curves". Meet Hipster Belle:Hipster Mulan:and my fave, Hipster Snow White:That humming you hear is Walt. Got him spinning nicely, haven't we?

No more bloggage - it's late, and I have a busy day tomorrow. C'ya then.

Fit for a Princess

Well, half a mission accomplished.

I haven't laid hands on the Peep's LEGO yet, but the Little Miss has her pink "princess" bicycle safely laid away in the basement waiting for Santa to assemble it on Christmas Eve.

What is it that makes little girls crave pink, fluffy things? I swear we have raised the girl on climbing and running; she told me just today that if some scary monster tried to frighten her that she would "kick him in the goolies and then throw him in the garbage." Tomorrow I will have to post the pictures of her - literally - climbing the walls. She's a tough girl I have no fears of growing up to become some frilly helpless little thing being walked on by her inamorata.

But from whence, then, this delight in all things pink and princessy?

There are more things in this world, Walt Disney, than are dreamed of in your philosophy. But you wouldn't know it from my daughter.

The Red Shoes II

Maxine and Mojo had their first ballet class yesterday.What is it about little girls and ballet? Its so hard to remember the frightened little orphan we met at the luxus hotel on Shamian Island just a little over two years ago when watching the gleeful preschooler in her new ballet dress prancing and twirling, or listening to her croon her favorite phrase "It's SO beautiful!" at everything from her new dress to the cats to a cheap plastic bracelet.

Oh, and about that new ballet dress.

Mojo took Friday night off, and I took the littelies to dinner and the Nickel Arcade and to the big Goodwill down on Grand, where we found the pink ballet dress. Missy fell in love instantly, we hooked it into the cart and carried it off, and I recall she went to bed wearing it that night.

She had to wear it to her first class, and so she and her mom were headed out to Bob the Subaru when little girl saw some wonderful rarity ("It's SO beautiful!!") on the ground. She bent down to look...

...and her groin started to sing.

OK, not sing, but play; play an instrumental piece of music, part of the pas de deux from Swan Lake, I think. Missy loved...I mean adored...this unexpected treat. She has been playing her little dress-music-box ever since, and demanding it when we remove it from the dress for things like sleeping and washing. Generally speaking we have been entranced by her enchantment. Although because I am who I am I wonder from time to time about the dress designer who found nothing bizarre in placing the music box so that it made it seem as though the wearer's little prepubescent genitalia were picking up and retransmitting the local classical station in the fashion of orthodontic braces in urban legend.Anyway, please enjoy the little girl's first encounter with the classical art of dance.