She said it.... I went to dinner with my girl Bobbye last night, and I inspired her to write this:


Cinderella lied to us. There should be a Betty Ford center for girls where they deprogram them by strapping them into an electric chair playing "Someday my Prince Will Come" and hitting them over the head while saying "Nobody's coming, Nobody's coming"
--Kiss My Tiara; Susan Jane Gilman

This entry is for a dear friend of mine.

A friend who married someone who she thought was her prince charming. Someone who helped with household chores, someone who did sweet and thoughtful things for her, someone who showered her with lavish gifts and was everything she ever dreamed of until....

... they got married.

He now does charming things like - bringing her a Cosmo (a magazine no self respecting girl over the age of 16 reads) to brighten her day, giving her Carnations (editors note: only buy a girl carnations if you WANT to see you're $3.24 go down the garbage disposal) to say he's sorry, giving her two containers of Godiva Hot Chocolate at the expense of $20.00 plus shipping from 1800flowers.com for her birthday and.... treating himself to a a trip to Vegas with his guy friends while noting that the two of them had once planned to go there together.

... she's now wondering if the diamonds in her wedding rings are CZ's.

What's sad is that every girl has been there. Every girl grew up watching princess after princess ride off into the sunset with her prince charming. Prince Charming was always handsome, well groomed and chivilrous. He always fell in love with the Princess the instant he saw her and didn't mind a bit about important matters like language barriers (Pocohontus), drug abuse (tell me Sleeping Beauty slept all those years without medicinal aid), socio-economic backgoud differences (Cinderella), cultrual barriers (like the Little Mermaid instantly adapted to life on land away from her family), or questionable past behavior (let's not forget that Snow White lived with SEVEN other men - all at once).

And as for the princesses - they didn't do a thing but patiently wait for their prince to come. They didn't work. (Some of the lesser fortunate princesses had to clean but they were usually assisted by small woodland animals or fairies.) They didn't have to deal with stess (afterall tears are just calling cards for fairy godmothers).They didn't date around to try and find the prince that was best suited for him. They simply watied for the first Prince that happened to come their way. Occasionally they might burst into a song about the Prince (eg: Someday My Prince Will Come), but mostly they just waited.

So as little girs we waited. And waited. And waited. Then the first prince came along. We realized that unlike our childhood idols the first prince wasn't going to do the trick. We kicked Cinderella to the curb and embraced the princess whose name none of us know - the princess who kissed the frog that turned into a prince.

So we started kissing frogs. We lived by the motto "if at first you don't suceed try, try again".

The problem is that most of us keep trying with the same frog. We're determined that this frog is our prince.

But he is not your frog. He is in fact, from hell. So in order to make you feel you feel better, I will take you to the Pink Mexican Food Restaurant. Because we all know that no one feels more like a princess than when she's surrounded by pink. -Bobbye

Sometimes you need a champion of the cause... Sometimes you just need for someone to be just as enraged as you... And for that I say thank you to my dear friend Bobbye, thanks for the evening of pink... And thank you for pointing out that Prince Charming is... dead.  ¶ 2:32 PM