Disney Princess
According to Disney a princess is kind and caring, beautiful and modest, polite and witty, educated and trusting, and you cannot forget the most important aspect utterly and inexplicably perfect. She is as posed as she is graceful and brave. She cares deeply about her people and does everyth…. (5 min later)…(10 min later) … ahh sorry about that, I had to go and rinse myself of the utter unrealistic images that Disney portrays in its classics.
A child learns how to be brave and how to face their fears by watching our favorite princesses face off against their antagonists. Although if you were to re-watch many Disney classics you will see the fearless prince dreamy facing off while little Miss. Perfect stands outside of the ring cheering him on. Heaven forbid she fights she might break a nail. And fight if she must she uses every one of her feminine wiles to distract the evil doer as the charmingly brave prince comes up with a cunning plan to defeat the hideous villain. A perfect example for this is Jasmine from the Disney classic Aladdin. We watch as our hero Aladdin tries to subdue the king of farmer's tan Jaffar , to buy him time Princess Jasmine starts to kiss Jaffar. wow that is really what we want to teach our children : when in doubt make out. Pleasant.
True love at first sight. Girl sees boy, girl falls in love, boy hears girl, boy falls in love, boy has no fricken clue who girl is, girl has no fricken clue who boy is, a match made in heaven. Disney heaven that is. As we watch any classic Disney movie we can find many common denominators, an important one would be how easy it is to find true love and how it is even easier to recognize it. In the Little Mermaid the red headed mermaid princess Ariel falls in love with a human she rescues from certain death. Event though she did not find out his name, age, job, personality she still gave up her voice just to be with him, for all she knew he could have been married with three kids, two cats, one dog, and half a pet gold fish. The human turns out to be no other then a prince. Big surprise there. The prince fell in love with Ariel, well not really Ariel but her amazing voice. Does he know what she looks like? no. Does he know her hair color at least? no. You can tell that this relationship is going to be very successful. You the reader decide whether that was sarcasm or not.
Disney classics are some of the most perverted cartoons known to man excluding the Simpsons and Family Guy. How!!? you may ask or When!!? is also a likely choice of question. When ever I bring up this point during discussions (yes i have discussions about Disney movies) people look at me with calculating eyes, it is as if they are trying to see into my mind. Alas that is a subject for another time. Well moving along I shall give proof to my claims. In Snow White the prince opens her glass coffin and kisses her. He kissed a dead girl. I would also like you to use your imagination on how the apple came out. note no peck on the lips would do that. I wonder what was going on in his head when he opened a coffin and kissed a dead girl.
It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul. Disney princesses must have huge eyes or all the princes are shallower then a puddle in the dessert. Disney princesses are known for their extreme kindness to all things living. They are a proof that good souls triumph over the bad. In Cinderella you have well Cinderella as good as good souls get. She cares about animals and people. Due to her pure heart the prince falls for her. No wait, he does not event know her, he does not know she is an animal lover, he would have not event spoken to her but alas poor little other girls who were fawning over mister prince's heart Cinderella was prettier then them. That is the reason the prince danced with her. He wanted a fetching queen not a smart educated one but a queen who is appealing to the eye.
Ahh yes what do Disney classics teach kids? Is it kindness or is it vanity? Is it that love is at first sight or that we should grab onto a crush and never let it go? I guess one could find themselves describing a Disney princess as a little harpy who quickly spots her prey and just as quickly reels it in using her harpy powers and the prey's ability to forget about the inside then she goes off and lives happily ever after.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
In a fantasy World
pretty much a random one-shot that makes no sense to anybody but me :)
enjoy, but beware of badly placed commas, bad grammar, bad spelling, and weird talking :P
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“We may not be gods, but we shall live like gods” he said with a smile, as he looked down at the girl. His eyes brimming with different emotions: happiness... hope... excitement... pain... sorrow.
She saw all of that, being only six did not stop her from recognizing every emotion in his eyes even the ones he tried hard to hide, but she was still to young. She did not understand when to go along with the moment and when to put the moment to a stop.
“How are we gonna live like gods, we got no money, no magic, and were both to young to get jobs, do I gotta remind you all the time that we are street eaters?” Her mouth set in a deep frown, as she stared at him with huge plain brown eyes. Her thin hands pulling at his shirt, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
He smiled at her sadly, no child of that age should know so much about the world. No… children at that age are supposed to have baby fat, they are supposed to be surrounded by parents, grandparent, uncles, aunts who spoil them with cakes and gifts. Children at that age are not supposed to even know what a street eater is, let alone be one!
She stared at him, looking confused, pulling on his shirt when he did not reply, when he did not answer. “Burnt, Burnt..” she whined, “Tell me how!”
It was only after she called his name that Burnt realized that he had been lost in thought.
“Well..” he said, as she looked up at him with curious eyes. “Who said we don't gots magic?” Before she could reply, he scooped her up, hands under her arms, and swung her around in a circle a few times before placing her on his shoulder.
“Let me down! Let me down!” she yowled. Small fists hammering down on his back. “Never!” he dramatically yelled.
He ignored her continuous screams of annoyance, as he started to walk down the street looking for a place to sleep that night, thankful that the young girl had forgotten their earlier conversation.
She was not ready to learn the truth; she was still far too young.
the end
enjoy, but beware of badly placed commas, bad grammar, bad spelling, and weird talking :P
.....
“We may not be gods, but we shall live like gods” he said with a smile, as he looked down at the girl. His eyes brimming with different emotions: happiness... hope... excitement... pain... sorrow.
She saw all of that, being only six did not stop her from recognizing every emotion in his eyes even the ones he tried hard to hide, but she was still to young. She did not understand when to go along with the moment and when to put the moment to a stop.
“How are we gonna live like gods, we got no money, no magic, and were both to young to get jobs, do I gotta remind you all the time that we are street eaters?” Her mouth set in a deep frown, as she stared at him with huge plain brown eyes. Her thin hands pulling at his shirt, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
He smiled at her sadly, no child of that age should know so much about the world. No… children at that age are supposed to have baby fat, they are supposed to be surrounded by parents, grandparent, uncles, aunts who spoil them with cakes and gifts. Children at that age are not supposed to even know what a street eater is, let alone be one!
She stared at him, looking confused, pulling on his shirt when he did not reply, when he did not answer. “Burnt, Burnt..” she whined, “Tell me how!”
It was only after she called his name that Burnt realized that he had been lost in thought.
“Well..” he said, as she looked up at him with curious eyes. “Who said we don't gots magic?” Before she could reply, he scooped her up, hands under her arms, and swung her around in a circle a few times before placing her on his shoulder.
“Let me down! Let me down!” she yowled. Small fists hammering down on his back. “Never!” he dramatically yelled.
He ignored her continuous screams of annoyance, as he started to walk down the street looking for a place to sleep that night, thankful that the young girl had forgotten their earlier conversation.
She was not ready to learn the truth; she was still far too young.
the end
Monday, May 18, 2009
post 1.5
This is not post number 2 but more of an explanation of this blog.
1)the name of the blog is : Third Times The Charm or T3C for short. it might be changed in the future
2)the domain name is : Pwned that blog (pwnedthatblog), I just randomly came up with it.
3) this is not a gaming/gamers blog. I might talk about games but I will focus on other stuff.
4) i hate spelling, so those are not typos but spelling mistakes
5) i do not reread before posting, so beware of mistakes and confusing grammar
6) i will write about what is on my mind, so most of the posts will jump from topic to topic
7) i am a very sarcastic person, so please keep this in mind while reading.
8) i might submit some of my essays and speeches that i have written as a post
9) if you like the blog, please stalk me!
10) ten is my fav number
and thank you
1)the name of the blog is : Third Times The Charm or T3C for short. it might be changed in the future
2)the domain name is : Pwned that blog (pwnedthatblog), I just randomly came up with it.
3) this is not a gaming/gamers blog. I might talk about games but I will focus on other stuff.
4) i hate spelling, so those are not typos but spelling mistakes
5) i do not reread before posting, so beware of mistakes and confusing grammar
6) i will write about what is on my mind, so most of the posts will jump from topic to topic
7) i am a very sarcastic person, so please keep this in mind while reading.
8) i might submit some of my essays and speeches that i have written as a post
9) if you like the blog, please stalk me!
10) ten is my fav number
and thank you
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Third Times The Charm
Hello World,
So as any sane human can guess, this is my third attempt at blogging. My past two tries failed, no not failed, died from:
Lack of sun light,
Not really giving,
Laziness,
Never got around to posting anything,
You know, the usual.
Hopefully third time will be the so called "Charm". Three wishes from a genie, the three Musketeers, three blind mice. It seems good things come in three and judging from Disney movies: the BEST comes LAST.
Now after that lovely pep-talk thing, I need to find something to write about.
How about school, music, LOVE. Or not.
Seeing that my school life is boring, I have no taste in music, and no love life to speak about.
Wow, a person does not realize how lame they are until they look for a topic to write about in a blog.
Topics in general are hard to find. It takes me a good half a hour to find a half-decent topic to write about for school. Well.. it actually takes less then that but, ALAS procrastination.
My love for you is only over shadowed by the amount of work due tomorrow.
My love for reading shall never be over shadowed ! I promise myself that. For without reading what will I do while I procrastinate? (AN: yes i read when i dont wanna do HW, deal!)
Whether it is a book, a story, a novel, or some fanfiction, reading is what i use to get away from the world.
When I read nothing exist except for me and the words. The rest of the world lies forgotten, along with my problems, my work, my ... You get the point. I have stopped reading only to figure out that my I-Pod has played five songs I did not hear. (AN: i was sooo into reading i did not hear those song :P)
Music, Music, Music.
A song is not like the song of that song.
My tastes in music are wide and not very picky. I will listen to everything. But I prefer Rock, Pop, Heavy Metal, and Techno. I love hearing music from different countries, or in other words, music that is not in English. Don't ask me why, I just do.
pause. Resume.
I just saw the preview, what I felt was long was actually short, not just short but short short, you get the point.
It's a horrible feeling, this feeling, the one you get when you relies that your hard work seems simple and rushed.
"But i worked all night on it"
"No you did not, don't lie to me, i know all your tricks"
"But i did! i pulled an all nighter to finish it!"
"Stop lying, look at this crap, it looks like you spent five minuets on it!"
This is an actually conversation, it was between me and ... myself.
I am very hard on myself . I know you are all thinking but dear friend who thinks they know me, you do not know my mind!
My mind has a mind of its own!
It yells and screams and cries, and dances all at once, while laughing and singing the Macarena.
If I miss some stuff you say, this is the reason!
It is not my fault that I most zone out, so that I can travel into the inner quarters of my mind, just to tell my mind to SHUT UP, so that I can hear you.
Please be aware that my mind is not "voices" in my head. No the "voices" talk to me through my head phones. But that is a story for another day.
I must be going to sleep. I am sorry dear fans (AN: fans = me myself and I, 4 now )that I can not write a longer post, for my Bed is calling me.
Lots of LUB!
Shadow
So as any sane human can guess, this is my third attempt at blogging. My past two tries failed, no not failed, died from:
Lack of sun light,
Not really giving,
Laziness,
Never got around to posting anything,
You know, the usual.
Hopefully third time will be the so called "Charm". Three wishes from a genie, the three Musketeers, three blind mice. It seems good things come in three and judging from Disney movies: the BEST comes LAST.
Now after that lovely pep-talk thing, I need to find something to write about.
How about school, music, LOVE. Or not.
Seeing that my school life is boring, I have no taste in music, and no love life to speak about.
Wow, a person does not realize how lame they are until they look for a topic to write about in a blog.
Topics in general are hard to find. It takes me a good half a hour to find a half-decent topic to write about for school. Well.. it actually takes less then that but, ALAS procrastination.
My love for you is only over shadowed by the amount of work due tomorrow.
My love for reading shall never be over shadowed ! I promise myself that. For without reading what will I do while I procrastinate? (AN: yes i read when i dont wanna do HW, deal!)
Whether it is a book, a story, a novel, or some fanfiction, reading is what i use to get away from the world.
When I read nothing exist except for me and the words. The rest of the world lies forgotten, along with my problems, my work, my ... You get the point. I have stopped reading only to figure out that my I-Pod has played five songs I did not hear. (AN: i was sooo into reading i did not hear those song :P)
Music, Music, Music.
A song is not like the song of that song.
My tastes in music are wide and not very picky. I will listen to everything. But I prefer Rock, Pop
pause. Resume.
I just saw the preview, what I felt was long was actually short, not just short but short short, you get the point.
It's a horrible feeling, this feeling, the one you get when you relies that your hard work seems simple and rushed.
"But i worked all night on it"
"No you did not, don't lie to me, i know all your tricks"
"But i did! i pulled an all nighter to finish it!"
"Stop lying, look at this crap, it looks like you spent five minuets on it!"
This is an actually conversation, it was between me and ... myself.
I am very hard on myself . I know you are all thinking
My mind has a mind of its own!
It yells and screams and cries, and dances all at once, while laughing and singing the Macarena.
If I miss some stuff you say, this is the reason!
It is not my fault that I most zone out, so that I can travel into the inner quarters of my mind, just to tell my mind to SHUT UP, so that I can hear you.
Please be aware that my mind is not "voices" in my head. No the "voices" talk to me through my head phones. But that is a story for another day.
I must be going to sleep. I am sorry dear fans (AN: fans = me myself and I, 4 now )that I can not write a longer post, for my Bed is calling me.
Lots of LUB!
Shadow
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