This chapter is sorta loosely based on the Princess Merida redesign controversy and my own opinions.
My head was pounding the next morning. I didn't think two Broadway's Alibis would give me a hangover. Maybe if I get myself some whole grain cereal and asprin, it might help reduce the headache. I got up, walked to the kitchen, poured myself some ceral, and ate.
After that ordeal, I went outside to get the mail. I saw my next-door-neighbor, Petunia Pig, opening a package with, what looked like to be, a Princess Ursa doll. My eyes lit up. I LOVED Princess Ursa as a little bunny. I went over to Petunia, but when I got up closer, I was shocked to see that she was wearing a sparkly dress exposing her shoulders, she was skinny, and was wearing make-up.
"My God, that is SO sexist." I said.
"Really?" said Petunia, "I think she looks fine."
"She's not suppose to look like that."
"Well she IS a princess."
"She's a WARRIOR princess. She suppose to impower girls by being tough and breaking the princess stereotype, not enforce it by showing off her shoulders to pervs."
"Oh please, whoever gets a stiffy just from seeing people's shoulders has serious issues. Besides, why can't she be both tough AND pretty at the same time?"
"Because that's not what she's about."
"Oh, so pretty people can't be tough."
"No, she just can't be pretty because that would send the wrong message as a role model."
Petunia then just looked at me with a bit of spite.
"Well you know what? I didn't think Princess Ursa was that great of a role model to begin with. She was a spoilt brat who prefered to put her kingdom in war just for her own selfish need and tried to poison her mother just to get what she wants, and woe and behold, she gets what she wants. That's not impowering; that's just sending the message that if you act like a brat, people will give you what you ask for."
"Then why did you buy the doll?"
"Cause I like collecting dolls!"
After that little argument, Petunia walked back inside her house and shut the door.