Princess Mentality

Hey so now I guess from the last post any person who knows me and reads this now knows they know me. SURPRISE!!! Okay maybe not.

Today's topic: Princesses!

Yes princesses. Lets face it, we all grew up around Princess (well if you were an 80's or 90's kid at least) I mean really Disney has had us prepped for Princesshood since we've been able to understand what a Princess is.

Every girl has wanted to be a Princess at some point in their life. Princess, ballerina, mommy, brain surgeon. You know it's a list of that every girl wants to be.

And then of course there's me. Somehow I seem to like being the exception. As far as I'm usually concerned the connotation of a princess is someone who sits around all day sipping tea and worrying about breaking a nail. Usually I don't have nails to break (I bite them a lot) so I don't have to worry about it. And while I do love tea I usually have it in a to-go up as I'm rushing around doing things.

Fact is, I'm just NOT a Princess.

Or so I'd like to think. That doesn't really fly over well with the people I hang out with. From either year of Interns.

Its the whole entitlement of the Princess Mentality that I don't really like. The damsel in distress that so many Disney princess are. The "woe-is-me I need a fine prince to move this" attitude. Really, I'm just stubborn.

 In both my years of interns this anti-Princess theology was really challenged and it did not make it out in tact (although it did make it out. Like I said I'm stubborn) In interns girls are expected to be ladies and guys gentleman. Did you know part of being a lady is letting a gentleman BE a gentleman? Suddenly this independent only child had to let others do things for her. I remember distinctly towards the end of my first year stacking chairs at youth (I was an Intern, Interns helped at youth, and stacking chairs was part of helping) and every chair I grabbed was taken from me by one of the guys in my class. Kinda very annoying if you don't like the whole "Princess thing."

Me and KS have talked about the whole Princess thing. I argue that I'm a maiden (maidens can do things. Princesses can't) she thinks otherwise. And if we are going to be truthful she's right.

Now that I think about it, this probably should wait until I start talking about my second year cause that's when the most growth happened. To late now, I don't want to delete all this. This is a mash of both years. I'll try to stick to first year experiences.

The first year was easier to handle actually. There were six girls and two guys - you can get away with a lot then. Second year not so much. Two girls, three guys. But the fact that there was two guys and six girls did not stop PC from expecting the guys to gentleman. I remember in Peru (I will cover that later) we were going to a birthday party and PC telling the guys to make sure us girls were safe.

Really I've come to accept it now. Even embrace it. I am (I'm never going to repeat this so enjoy it while it lasts) I am a Princess. There I said it. Happy? How did this happen you ask? Good question. I have no clue. While that's not true. I have a clue. It comes back to identity and God. As a Christian I'm a daughter of God. God is THE King, by default I'm a... princess. And with being a princess there are some expectations to be sure. To be ladylike and... such. It means letting guys open doors for you, and carry all the heavy stuff. It means texting them when you get home so they know you arrived safely. It's letting them walk you home because it's getting dark. And not because you are incapable of doing so (I've walked alone at night in Calgary when I was twelve. My little town don't scare me) it's because we are called to love and honour one another. And we love and honour guys by letting them do the above listed things (which is by no means exhaustive).

I think I realized I was a Princess the other day at work actually. I had just filled up the ice coffee container with five or so pots of coffee and equal amounts of ice. Thereby it was heavy. I asked a friend of mine AnPa if he could lift it back to where it went for me. Jokingly he asked why he had to do it (as he was lifting it) and I replied "Well for one, you're stronger. And two you're the guy" (he understood by what I meant by that comment, some people at work would look at me blankly for a comment like that)

Insta-revelation

Yay for being a Princess...

That's my kind of Princess :D

Hollie.