Okay soo I've been thinking lately just a lot about life. (You're all thinking, Gee Iris, nice
broad subject- why should I even give a shit?) See truth is due to personal reasons I was forced (yes forced) to drop out of my grade twelve year in the first semester. And my grad class just had their commencement and prom night last weekend- and yes. No one bothered to ask me. But Iris, you dropped out, it's your own fault! Well
no guys it's not. Anyway I'm drifting, back to the topic.
I can remember being six years old and day dreaming about my grad dress, my wedding gown, watching Disney Princess movies, not a care in the world. It's only now that I realize however, that all of those movies and all that dreaming has ruined what could have been brushed off. It's almost subliminal. The world plants these thoughts in our head that you can have a happily ever after; that you will have everything you're supposed to have throughout life. When really, it's a big game of mother fucking russian roulette- hit or miss. These Princesses go through hell and back again and still get the most amazing man, the most amazing clothes, the most amazing hair and eyes and jewellry and friends and everything. So we, as little girls follow these sketched fictional characters in that we hope to one day have everything as well. We don't think about drugs, alcohol, grades, sex, money, no no- that'll fall into place for us just like it did for Jasmine or Aurora or fucking Cinderella.
Does anyone actually know some of the real princess stories? How about the little mermaid? No, children, she does not live to walk on land. She does as the story goes lose her voice and trades it for legs for three days, but after being foiled by the sea witch and saving her prince from certain death- turns into sea foam. Yes that's right, the white shit on waves. She
dies. Or Cinderella? Her step sisters cut their heels and toes off to try and fit in the glass slipper. Rapunzel? Well the witch finds her out and scalps her and kills her, then uses her hair to trick the prince and kills him too. Happy fun time stories- right kids? And I believe in Sleeping Beauty that she ages when she wakes up and becomes hideous. In any case, these princesses aren't even real to begin with, never mind being a figment of small girls day dreams from the ridiculous principals they've stood for in drawings that move.
It actually almost genuinely disgusts me that I think of how happy those snobby arrogant know it all have it all bitches are- and feel kind of miserable. I mean, I
still wish that was me. What the eff guys? It's like when I was about twelve years old and I started experiencing paranormal happenings, and was told I was "Psychic-ly Gifted" so to speak and made fun of for it and misunderstood- and Harry Potter came out. What a prick that guy is. He loses his parents and fights off death as an INFANT, then he gets to go to a school in the future where everyone idolizes him and worships him because of that. Therefore he has friends and people that understand him. Of course, having it all couldn't replace your parents right? All those years of verbal and emotional abuse from your aunt and uncle? Poor Harry- right? Fuck. Off. This little bastard whines throughout every freakin' book and movie, almost gets even
more people killed (wasn't it Harry's fault to begin with!?!?), and winds up destroying half the school at the same time. And what happens in the last book? Harry be praised! He hath saved us all! Not only that, but he managed to stick his head so far up his ass we can't hear his irritating bitching and complaining any more! Hooray!
It's this kind of bullshit that is filling kids heads with lies about reality. Reality is not fucking pretty nor is it comforting or easy as Harry mother fucking Potter or The Disney Princess Tales. Kiss my ass society, because you're the reason kids are slitting their wrists at night crying to Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance while they jerk off to re-runs of Sailor Moon wishing they could be someone else. Democracy should open it's fucking eyes- but oh wait! It can't! Why not? BECAUSE IT DOESN'T EXIST YOU CORPORATE BASTARDS!! In any case, although my life has been harder than I would have hoped- I've come out of it an extremely better person than I would have dreamed. I have an amazing boyfriend and a great family, and even if I didn't graduate I still have values and dreams and they're still just as valid as the next person who did. Even if those dreams are almost untouchable, (like little miss Ariel and Jasmine) and even if they hurt to think about- I'm okay with them just being dreams. Because without dreams, we might as well jump off the nearest bridge because there would be nothing to look forward to.
So at the same time that I am utterly disgusted by these Dangerously Dazzling Dreams the world and society has so subtly and successfully managed to pump into our brain- in the same sense it will eventually (I use this word in the most serious terms, because it will take a fucking LOT to come to it) teach us the difference between realistic and unrealistic goals. So thank you, Global Corporate Douche-bags, for teaching me the difference between Romantisized and Reality. Cinderella can thoroughly suck my nonexistant cock through a peepshow hole. Iris aus.
