Are Disney Princesses all bad? I'm on a mission this week and next to examine whether or not I can, in good feminist conscience, let me daughter squee freely over Cinderella and her ilk, so that by the time we get to Disney World, I know whether to stop worrying and love the ballgowns, or try to get Belle to read The Second Sex. Or both.
Shiloh Jolie-Pitt is cute and adorable and it's obvious that she marches to her own drummer. I've never seen her wear baby heels in public like Suri Cruise and I don't know the last time she was pictured in a dress.
Mind you, I'm not watching her day and night. But nor do I see the need to observe her closely to make sure that she's living up to gender expectations. I simply don't think that her lack of fancy footwear and sparkle and ribbons and tulle means anything more significant than that the girl likes to be comfortable. Word on that Ms. Shiloh.
I have this theory -- one that probably doesn't hold an ounce of water -- about why so many members of my generation and younger feel comfortable wearing pajama bottoms -- including those thinly disguised as yoga gear -- pretty much anywhere short of work, weddings and funerals (though I'm sure it's been done.)
(Of course I'm talking about my own (anti?) fashion habits and I'm hoping you can relate. For the record, I'm pretty sure that I wore yoga pants for the first 18 months of my child's life. Maybe 36. *cough* Working from home is my enabler, pinky swear.)
I don't know if you already know the site, Unhappy Hipsters - it may be that I am the last person on the planet to catch on to this - but either way, I have to tell you, it spoke to me. Not least because it takes on something with which I have a deeply complicated relationship: the idea of the hipster parent.
A few years back I read that multi-tasking was a myth. Apparently people just can't get things done simultaneously; quality is sacrificed for quantity, things thought to be done faster are not, blah blah blah, so *poof*, multi-tasking doesn't really work as well as we'd like to think it does.
Let's not think too hard about what that means for parenting.
Anyhow, I try to multi-task. I try to sort laundry while on the phone making appointments, I try to upload photos for grandparents while answering emails, I try to do the food prep while in the shower (don't judge me, Kramer did it first.) And when I was breastfeeding and pumping, I tried to pump and do pretty much anything that would offset the crippling boredom of sitting around with machinery attached to my boob.
I stated it just last month but it bears repeating: I've given into the entire Barbie phenomenon and bought my kid the one item she begged for consistently. Barbie is in the house.
It's been painful, but as I said a few weeks ago, that little bitch inspires my daughter's imagination and makes her happy so how can I deny that? Everything in moderation with regular reality checks and I figure it won't warp her body image too much (right? RIGHT?)
Anyhow, despite my reluctant acceptance I still prefer seeing Barbie in the following state...