This is not a Christmas present to my daughter, this my friends…is a dig to get to me.
To say that I’m not into the Princess culture would be an understatement. I do not have any intention of allowing my daughter to be raised surrounded by Princesses, Disney or not. I do not find it healthy for young girls to idolize helpless, sometimes brainless characters. I will not allow my daughter to be a victim that needs help from a man or anyone else. (However, I do like the movie “Tangled” but that’s another story). I mean no offense to you, I do not judge you for your decisions regarding your daughter. These are my opinions and they are intended for my children.
I do not mind tea sets, I do not mind dress up, I do not mind the color pink or purple.
However, I DO mind crowns, I DO mind tiaras, I DO mind feather boas, I DO mind fluffy dresses. I DO MIND PRINCESSES.
My husbands mother bought this car for my daughter for Christmas. Everyone I associate with knows that I do not like princess crap. I have made it very clear. My husband laughed when our daughter opened it and nudged me in the ribs. I heard a “that’s the only one the store had”. Bullshit I say.
But, of course my daughter loves it. She loves hiding her crackers in the seat and pressing the buttons to play princess music. She loves riding it around and laughing. I will not deny her that happiness, I am not heartless.
But I will keep that damn piece of crap outside under the surface of the sun to fade and under the elements to deteriorate quickly, I am not dumb.