Here I've been thinking on the feminist implications of Disney's Frozen, the incongruity of the upending of the rescued princess trope and the waspish waists and tight dresses, and what it all means for my daughter and my son.
And all the kids can think of is Olaf, the funny snowman!
We were riding in the car to Sis's gymnastics class yesterday, with their little friend, and they were all atalk about the movie. They could all recite the different Olaf bits, "I think we lost the Marshmallow Man . . . oh, look out for my butt!" They were laughing hysterically.
The friend did mention how surprised she was that the prince said he didn't love Anna, also surprised that there wasn't a wedding at the end. I asked if a wedding was the best thing that could happen to Anna. "Yes," the friend answered. "NO!" mine chorused. Though, they agreed that a marriage could be a real highlight, but that there were other good things that you could do in life.
So, I asked what they thought about the sisters not getting along and how that would make them feel--the little friend thought not talking to her sibling would be great--he'd stepped on her head earlier in the day! Sis and Bud couldn't quite fathom that kind of separation.
And then it was back to Olaf.
Truly, I think I might be relieved.
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