My daughter, when she was about three, got into a phase where she was fascinated by princesses, primarily of the pretty-and-useless school. She asked me, when we were searching for interesting pictures on the computer (a game we still play sometimes, though now that she can read we search for articles too), to find her a picture of a real princess.
Oh boy, I thought. What an opportunity.
So I dug her up a picture of Princess Anne of England. Wearing pants, and on a horse, in the process of winning a major jumping competition. It was a very effective pointer to the concept that real princesses can and do actually get dirty, accomplish things, and have lives.
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Date: 2010-12-28 10:18 pm (UTC)Oh boy, I thought. What an opportunity.
So I dug her up a picture of Princess Anne of England. Wearing pants, and on a horse, in the process of winning a major jumping competition. It was a very effective pointer to the concept that real princesses can and do actually get dirty, accomplish things, and have lives.