On the other hand, maybe I’m still surfing a washed-out second wave of feminism in a third-wave world. Maybe princesses are in fact a sign of progress, an indication that girls can embrace their predilection for pink without compromising strength or ambition; that, at long last, they can “have it all.” Or maybe it is even less complex than that: to mangle Freud, maybe a princess is sometimes just a princess. And, as my daughter wants to know, what’s wrong with that?
Totally agree with Peggy Orenstein here. I think it’s a new sort of female empowerment: not having to fight against one’s feminine side, but instead embracing it and still showing strenght, courage, and elbows. In any case, I don’t like pink and I never wanted to be a princess, but I enjoy being a woman in every situation of my life. I am not a feminist either, but I think third-wave feminism and gender studies are all about accepting your gender as part of your identity, not trying to suppress it.
