A short rant about: ‘Princess’.
I fear this *may* be an unpopular post.
But I’d like to add that it is, of course, purely my opinion and whatever you choose to call your child is totally up to you. Feel free to rant about whatever I might call my child on your blog should you so please. Or to my face, if you know me.
But WTF is the cutesy nickname ‘Princess’ all about?! How has this snuck into the English language as a pet name, even by seemingly ‘normal’, non sparkly people?
I don’t know if it’s the whole popular Disney Princess thing that has exacerbated it, and you may or may not know I’m quite passionate about gender division anyway (read a previous rant about pink and blue), but I just don’t understand why it’s an acceptable affectionate name.
To me, ‘Princess’ makes me think:
- waited upon
- sheltered/protected from real life
- upper class
I don’t agree that it’s right to call girls these things. OUT LOUD. To other humans. Or actually, even under your own roof.
What’s the boy equivalent? Gavin’s Mum used to call him ‘my Prince’ in Gavin & Stacey, which was hilarious – and clearly a piss take… no?
There’s a movement to encourage girls to achieve in subjects traditionally favoured by boys – over the years, surveys like this one reported in The Guardian have found girls to lack confidence in science and maths. Is it surprising when we often tell girls to ‘be careful, don’t get your dress dirty!’ or ‘you look so pretty!’, or ‘let your brother fix/carry/play with that’. I know it’s old but this video on inspiring little engineers is amazing.
Surely ‘Princess’ is pushing the child towards glitter, make-up and high heels from the get-go? I’m not going to pretend that Little P won’t enjoy ‘Frozen’ (I love it), or want me to plait her hair, or choose a big tutu dress at some point, but I refuse to wrap her up in a pink, fluffy, sickly nickname.
Am I being unreasonable? Or should I swallow my (probably feminist) pride and start calling her Princess P?!
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