If The Disney Ladies Had Been My Friends
One of the most common elements of a Disney movie, featuring a princess or female lead, is the absence of a mother. This is could be why so many of us have been led astray, growing up attempting to model our love lives after these naïve teens and twenty-somethings. Stepmothers, who were envious of them and, in some cases, wanted them dead, or kind and loving but often clueless fathers raised most of these young women.
I would think that if their mothers or some positive maternal guide had been around, they would have advised them against some of the relationship choices that they made. But since they weren’t, as someone who is often told that I give really insightful and honest (though sometimes pessimistic) advice, here are my thoughts:
Let’s start with Jasmine. Now, we all know that Aladdin’s a stud. Even while questionably donning parachute pants and a purple vest over a bare chest, there’s no denying that charming smile and olive complexion. He’s a kid from the gutter who falls in love with a beautiful princess and solicits the services of genie to win her over.
Okay, while we all love Aladdin for saving Agrabah from Jafar, one of Disney’s creepiest villains, are we just going to ignore the fact the he completely fabricated an identity, with a fake name and fake profession, to con a rich woman into marrying him? That’s not romantic; it’s sociopathic and the basis for a dozen Lifetime movies with tragic endings. I say, once a liar always a liar.
That’s why it was no surprise that, when we catch up with these two in the sequel after they’re supposed happy ending, Aladdin’s lies are getting Jasmine into trouble yet again. There’s no way, of course, to know how their relationship ultimately ended up but, for her sake, let’s hope she had a prenup.
And Lady, I get it. We all get it. You’re the uptown girl, living in your white bread world and, in Tramp, you’ve found your downtown man. We’ve all fantasized about having our own Danny Zuko, but honey, the story of the girl trying to reform the bad boy rarely ever ends well. Have we learned nothing from Rihanna and Chris Brown? From Carrie and Big? I’m assuming that she becomes his third ex-wife in 2-3 years, and I feel like that’s a pretty fair assumption.
Now, the love story of Megara and Hercules, a la Disney, is a difficult case. Megara was actually to blame for most of the couple’s initial problems. In fact, she made a deal with the devil, literally, that could have lead to Herc’s demise.
Still, I feel like someone should have warned her that an astonishingly low IQ and obvious steroid abuse should be large, bright red flags. I’m not saying that a combination of the two traits are always dangerous, but I will say that, according to Euripides, Hercules ends up going off the deep end, killing Megara and their children.
Hopping over from Greece to France, we find the beautiful, bookish, brunette, Belle, who ends up falling in love with the Beast. This guy was a violent barbarian as an animal and a narcissistic asshole as a human. Sure, he has his moment of redemption in the end, but I feel like it means a little less that it had to come under the threat of living out the rest of his life covered in fur, in a dilapidated castle.
Giving her the library was a nice touch. I mean, he didn’t really have to put a lot of effort into it but it was sweet and it meant a lot to her. And everyone who watched this movie as a child thought that letting her leave the castle to help her dying father was proof that his heart was softening. But before we give him points for this, let’s first acknowledge that she had been his PRISONER!
All this time, when our hearts are warming to the Beast, we forget that she’s actually with him against her will and she’s only there because she switched places with his original prisoner–her father. Not to mention, her father wouldn’t even be out in the cold, dying of pneumonia, if he hadn’t been out searching for her.
Call me crazy, but if I was forced to choose I think I’d rather take my chances with the gun-toting chauvinist. It’d be a less complicated how-I-met-your-father story for our children.
Ariel, unlike Belle who was clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome, could still have been helped and had she been my friend, I would felt like it was my moral obligation to try to talk some sense into her. How does a young woman as beautiful and confident as Ariel decide that it’s worth it to get involved with some seriously shady characters, give away her incredible gift, and risk her freedom, just to get closer to some guy that she hardly even knows?
I would have grabbed her by those dainty narrow shoulders and said, “Look Red, I know you think you love this guy but you’re only sixteen years old! Go to college, take a trip to South America, get to know yourself, and you’ll realize how silly you were for nearly throwing your life away for the first hot rod human who thought you had a pretty voice.”
Had these women had mothers or aunts or girlfriends to deliver some compassionate tough love, they could have spent more time being happy and independent and less time doing that classic Disney, dramatic, face-in-the-arms cry.
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