The Little Mermonster

When I have to read something over and over again, my brain has no choice but to analyze it and ponder its deeper meanings. I'm sure that's why God tells us to hide His Word in our hearts. It forces us to apply principles to our lives daily. Unfortunately in this phase of my life, what I get to read over and over are fairy tales. Don't get me wrong. I love fairy tales as much as the next girl. But Little Sissy is IN LOVE with princesses. We have had the Princess Treasury for 9 weeks now from the library, and it is literally falling apart. I should have just bought her one to begin with because now we're probably going to have to pay for this one. The Treasury containes the unabridged version of each Disney princess's story, so I have become quite familiar with each of them.

Random fact: Sleeping Beauty's real name is Aurora, but the good fairies renamed her "Briar Rose" when they were hiding her from the evil witch for 16 years so she wouldn't accidentally prick her finger on the spindle. I always wondered why she had so many names. Now I know and so do you. :)

So here's what I have been pondering (because you want to know what goes on in this crazy brain of mine, right??)...how on earth did The Little Mermaid make into the classics? I always loved the movie and especially the music, but now that I know her--because I feel like I really KNOW her now--I just don't think she measures up. Let's take Cinderella as an example. She was born into a family of means, thrown into an unfortunate and even abusive environment, and yet she remained sweet and gentle with a servant's heart. Everything in me wants her to be a princess and be rescued by the hero on the white horse. Then there's Belle. She is from a dysfunctional, single-parent home, but she loves to read and learn, doesn't care what people think of her, AND she offers to trade places so her sick father can be freed from the Beast and his dungeon. That girl deserves to be a princess and have her love transformed into a handsome prince. Next may I present Ariel, daughter of King Triton.

She apparently is also from a single-parent home (at least there's no mention of a mother), but instead of honoring her father she is constantly disobeying him to go have her adventures, missing her own concerts, and she sells her soul and that of her father to the evil sea witch Ursula. All she has to win over Prince Eric is her looks. She's sold her soul and her talents to get the boy. Ugh. That is not a model that I want my children to look up to.

If you scroll back to January 8, 2009, you will see a post I wrote psychoanalyzing the Three Little Pigs, which is what we were reading with high frequency at the time. Maybe someday I'll get to write about things that are real, but for now I'm going to recommend a little mercounseling for our little lost soul and use her as an example of how not to win over the boy.

The End.