women

I think my frustration with the modern-day obsession with princesses has been noted, right? I fluff my feathers and squawk a bit every time I see grown women sporting clothing that proclaims them worthy not by dint of action or personality, but just by the sheer fact that some bint with a title chose to spawn, and they are the undeservingly-privileged results.

I can understand it in children — fairy tales are fun when we’re kids — but entitlement stops being cute around age ten.  In adults, though?  Come on.  Princesses are born; women are made — made through the kind of boring and dreadful Growth Experiences our shrinks keep encouraging us to have.

Thus this article on CNN ("Enough with the princess nonsense!") made me laugh.  A quote:

Brad says that tonight I should talk about chrome bumpers.

Brad, I hate to tell you this—‘cause I love you and you’re my favorite Canadian and all, but you’re totally and utterly full of shit. Why, again, am I letting you stay in my house?