Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts

Monday, April 28, 2008

Grrrrrr....again.

That damn Hannah Montana! Now I have to explain why Miley Cyrus isn't wearing a shirt in the latest Vanity Fair to my four-year old. Because, you know, the TODAY show broadcast the soon-to-be infamous photo across the screen for almost two minutes straight. And my daughter, a burgeoning Hannah fan said, "Look mommy, it's Hannah with no shirt!"

What is it with these Disney artists? Or more to the point, what is it with their parents who knowingly allow their children to be objectified at such early ages. I mean, she's FIFTEEN. Do we really need to see her looking 25, draped across her father's leg as if she were his lover?

I'm really concerned. It seems these Disney girls hit a certain age (apparently that age is fifteen) and go off the deep end. Petra, I hope you like Miranda Cosgrove now because pretty soon, you'll be banned from watching her too. And just forget about the girls from HSM. They're absolutely off limits now. And the mermaid show? H2O? uh uh.

Perhaps SpongeBob Squarepants isn't so bad, after all. Even if he does sing about his idiot friends.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

How appropriate!

For whatever reason, I receive a Disney Character of the Day on my iGoogle page. Now, it's quite possible that I added it as a widget, thinking it was cute and fun, but I will never ever own up to actually putting it up there myself



Anyhoo, today's character is finally one with whom I can really identify. She is completely misunderstood and by all accounts a lovely woman maligned by a monarchy that felt she was too headstrong and aggressive (and really, what female senior executive isn't?).





So here's to you Maleficent. I think you're fabulous.





Sunday, February 10, 2008

How sad is it...

...that I know the words to most of the songs written for the Disney Princess movies. Take CD 6, Track 2, or as we more affectionately call it, Mulan. I know every word, every nuance, every beat. And while it's actually a catchy tune, I am getting quite tired of it. Yet, every morning, the minute we get into the car (after listening to the traffic, of course), Petra requests CD 6, Track 2.

Speaking of Disney, Petra and I are watching The Little Mermaid 2, the story of Melody, Ariel's daughter. It's not bad, but the animation isn't nearly as strong as a the first and not a surprise either since it was just a straight-to-video release.

I can't believe I'm wasting this much time posting about Disney. That damn machine.

And just wait until I show off the new Disney Princess fashion designs my mother made for Petra's dolls.