Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We took our grandson to a birthday party yesterday and the birthday girl performed "Let it Go" from Frozen, of course.  I've heard tiny girls screaming it in the neighborhood for years, and this three year old had a blue shiny frozen dress, a crown, and yes, she was cute as a button, but I had hard thoughts about Disney.  Very hard thoughts.  I don't like the film, and I don't believe for a minute kids get the messages from it that adults like to fantasize about.  I had a sweep of gratitude that our three young grandsons will embrace construction trucks and dinosaurs instead, and relief that the one about to be born is also a boy.  That's unfair, as our eleven year old granddaughter had the princess thing, then the fairy thing going on, and she sang all the Mary Poppins songs endlessly, and she turned out just fine.  But my foster granddaughter, at fourteen, is still emeshed in beauty and clothes and makeup and running her hands through her waist length strawberry blond hair.  She will turn out all right as well, but that is after a few years of rampant narcissism.  Disney doesn't help, and targeting preschool innocents is just plain wrong.  When we took our granddaughter to Disneyland three years ago we saw ten thousand little girls dressed as Elsa, and one Anna.  They all voted for the platinum blond braid and shimmery outfits.  I bought Mickey's sorcerer's hat for myself, and luckily, our granddaughter did not get with the program.  She had already chosen a Hogwart's cape at Universal Studios.  I know, there will be a lot of Harry Potters coming up in our family, but that I can tolerate.