Friday, April 29, 2011

Fairytale

Finals week. And of course I have the first final of the last day. As I grudgingly walked to my kitchen this morning to make myself a pot of coffee at the God awful hour of 6:15 (I'm in college still, the real world time of waking up doesn't apply yet), I wondered who on earth chooses to get up this early? Then, steaming hot coffee cup in hand, I plopped myself down on my broken computer chair, which then slowly sank down an additional 6 inches, and clicked on my television. Since I had fallen asleep watching Chelsea Lately on E! last night naturally E! was still the channel it was tuned to. The Royal Wedding was on. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's still on. And then as I logged on to Facebook I noticed a record number of thirty-something friends were logged in. The majority girls. My newsfeed was cluttered with status' praising Kate and William's wedding, how beautiful Kate's gown is, so lucky SHE got Prince William. And then I noticed a comment on someones status who is just as uninterested as I was in the Royal affair, "It's every girl's dream to be Kate right now". But is it?
Of course all us Ladies grew up with envisionments of Prince Charming and the perfect gown and the perfect life, and even the Americanized version of a castle (two story home, large backyard, pool, etc.) but is it REALLY the dream to be an actual Princess? As glamorous a tiara, the Crown Jewels, and spending your Saturday afternoons watching your Royal hubby dominate on the Polo field sound, the constant social pressures from the media to be absolutely perfect would be horrible. As a Princess they will criticize you for wearing heels too high, a dress too short, and for taking your coffee with half-and-half rather than fat free milk. Personally, I like to spend my Saturdays poolside, frozen beverage in hand. And even though I take my coffee black usually, I've been known to sneak a high-calorie snack every once in a while. And God damn me if like my heels as high as they come (eliminates the shorties).
So maybe we should stop dreaming of being a Princess, but just dream of our Prince Charming. And personally, he arrives in a jacked up pick up truck, not a horse and carriage.

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