Like Mordor, the Eye of Disney has found our daughter, all the way in remote Romania, thousands of latitudinal miles and hundreds of experiential miles away from the Magic Kingdom, without a single Disney movie under our roof. It’s like our daughter was born with a Disney-shaped-hole in her heart that can only be filled with the Disney princesses – and anything with them on it. What is this really about? At the age of 2, before she could be aware that other girls had similarly shaped holes in their hearts, she would toddle into a store and, as if a magnet was pulling her, amble directly to whatever was nearest covered in Disney princesses. And she wouldn't let go.
So Dana and I were thinking about creating a counter-world, a world full of princesses (of course they will have to be beautiful, lithe, and genteelly clothed): The Other Princesses. The Other Princesses, because they care for others. We’d give them an outward-focus, a moral beauty to surpass their physical appeal, a selflessness and moral courage and cleverness about tending to and mending the plight of others (be they wounded bunnies or the indigent or polluted waters).
So Dana and I were thinking about creating a counter-world, a world full of princesses (of course they will have to be beautiful, lithe, and genteelly clothed): The Other Princesses. The Other Princesses, because they care for others. We’d give them an outward-focus, a moral beauty to surpass their physical appeal, a selflessness and moral courage and cleverness about tending to and mending the plight of others (be they wounded bunnies or the indigent or polluted waters).
