WTF Disney?!

This can go in hand with my first blog, "What. The. Hell?", because it basically is about how girls act today.

Only this time, there's a different source! WALT FUCKING DISNEY!

Totally just went there.

Disney movies are all aimed at kids under seven years old. And most of them have princesses and princes who fall in love with each other within the first ten minutes of knowing each other and never leave each other and get married and live happily ever fucking after.

This sets a standard for the kids: true love happens all the time and once it happens, it only happens once and you stay together forever and get married and have kids that come from the heron who flies down when he thinks your ready to raise kids.

Media is misleading and I hate it. Most kid movies are misleading and I hate it. The romantic storyline in Harry Potter (which is one of my favourite fucking books EVER) is slightly misleading, because Harry and Ginny fall in love and get married and Ron and Hermione fall in love and get married and almost everyone in the series met the love of their life at Hogwarts and stayed together and lived happily and in love and such. Which now sets a standard for teenagers (especially females) who were born in the 1990s. They grew up with the Disney movies where the characters fall in love and all that jazz, and now they have books to turn to that tell them, basically, that they'll find the love of their life in high school, be together and actually make it through the years together, completely in love, and never be with another person.

I said it before; I love the Harry Potter books. I really do. In fact, it was Jo Rowling who got me writing. I am eighteen years old, turning nineteen in May of this year. I graduated from high school several months ago, completely in love with one of my best friends. He didn't return the feelings. I felt a little betrayed, because back then, I thought that it would all work out. But Rachel Greene from the sitcom Friends said it right: "We all think that we'll get into high school, meet someone, fall in love, and live happily ever after". I used to think this. But there are some things that you have to go through that make you open your eyes to the bullshit that they pull on you.

Nothing is set in stone. You can fall in love with someone, be with that person, learn them even more intimately than anyone else, and then realise that you don't care to be with said person because you can't stand all of the flaws. You can fall in love with someone, be with that person, learn them even more intimately than anyone else, and then realise that you never want to live without said person because, despite the flaws that drive you up the wall, they make the person him/her, and you love said person because of who s/he is.

This was supposed to be a media bashing post, but I'm really just too tired for that crap right now. It's 1.36 am on the 9th January, 2010 and I really should be asleep because my sleep schedule is completely fucked, but I had to get this off my chest. I think I've had to get it off of my chest for a while now, but didn't really know it.

Speaking as a woman who has fallen for the teenage love shit that's been spoon-fed to me since I was three, I hate it. It dragged me through shit and got my hopes up; made me think that one thing -- just one fucking thing -- could go according to "plan". It made me think that love could be an easy thing to go through. I'd find someone and fall unexpectedly (which I did). I'd dance around the feelings for a couple years (which I did). Friends would prod me towards my feelings (which they did). I'd confess (which I did), he would listen (which he did), and then he would confess to feeling likewise (which he didn't) and we would be together at least to try it out (which we didn't). And then we'd be completely happy with our lives (which I'm not) because we'd be in the best place possible (which I'm not and I never talk to him anymore, so I don't know if he is or not).

I don't really know how to end this, so I'll just say this: we need to be careful what the kids are exposed to. If we love our kids, why would we make them believe that love is easy, or that love only happens once? It's complete shite.