Whither Pablum?
Dear Rev. Jack,
My daughters want to be Disney Princesses for Halloween. The very idea makes me want to vomit.
I was able to talk the younger one into being a black cat, but my older daughter is being stubborn.
I am taking them costume shopping today in hopes of changing the older one's mind, because I know if SHE insists on being a Disney Princess, the younger one will, as well.
I am strongly opposed to the watering down of Halloween from a fun, scary, dark holiday into something sanitized and wimpy. I am also opposed to licensed character costumes in general, and Disney Princesses in particular. Should I bow to their wishes, or stand my ground?
posted by Rev. Jack at 12:32 PM
7 Comments:
I can't imagine it's very easy to say no to those doe-eyed, cutie-pie chillens of yours, but having a doe-eyed cutie-pie of my own, I understand a parents need to make a stand against the very, very evil cartoon/toy/Macdonalds conglomerate that will own us all someday.
I tried to make a similar stand against Barbie. However, my daughter, at the time really-really loved Barbie crap, and she is to little to care about the grown-up ramifications, so I relented. In time, she sort of found other crap (like the horrid Care Bears) to be interested in.
I can't tell you what to do, but for my daughter, I'm giving in to the small issues and saving up for the big fights to come (like when she's 15 and wants to have her abdomen pierced with a giant iron hoop, or whatever horrible trend the teens are into when she's 15)
xoxo Rev. Jack
Just be happy that she wants to be a Disney Princess...and not Paris Hilton.
After a trip down the costume aisle at Target, Ubergirl Younger inexplicably pointed up to a orange and black, spider-web bedecked with ensemble with matching hat, and said, "That. I want be that. A witch! HEE HEE HEE HAR!" she cackled evilly.
So I bought it, happily.
UberElder saw it and said, "I want to pick a new costume." So, crisis averted.
As a parent of a 40 year old bartender, I have a few suggestions that may be of help. First, never allow your child to speak. Actually, that's all. Problem solved.
Sonny, your drink prices are sooo going up. And I'm no longer concealing your liquour closet philanderings with the busboys.
Eric
That's wasn't philandering. I simply needed the aid of their strong backs to help in adjusting my junk. I'm only one man after-all.
Gov. Dryesdale, what exactly is that hyphen doing between "after" and "all"? That's got "government job" written all over it.
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