My latest post from YourTango.com:
On June 19, Swedish Crown Princess Victoria will marry Daniel Westling, a commoner and personal trainer turned, literally, into a prince. This is the event of the higher-end European social calendar, and Stockholm will be flooded by thousands and thousands of people. You can already buy Victoria and Daniel cards, chocolates and keychains at just about every corner store.
This marriage is a fairy tale that everyone I know—my very egalitarian wife included—has embraced. So why am I so turned off? I think it’s because I have a little girl now, and I want her to be Pippi Longstocking, not Crown Princess Victoria.
I know my wife wants a Pippi instead of a princess, too. After all, she is the one who opened my eyes to the flood of princessy pink that fills places like Babies ‘R Us and said, “No.” So my girl does not dress like a princess. She does not fantasize about princesses, even if—when she showed up at daycare with a princess purse that slipped through my net—some older girls swooned with envy. But now I’m supposed to accept all this froth over a princess?
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