My cousin called me last night to ask me if I had seen The Princess and the Frog yet. I hadn't but she had and she was brimming with happiness. She enthusiastically talked about how great the movie was and how much she truly enjoyed it. My cousin is almost fifty years old and she did not take one of her nieces (she is mother to many just not by birth) she went alone because she did not want to miss this opening weekend. She explained that when she was growing up there were very few Black faces on the small and large screen and on the occasion that one did appear everyone rushed to the den (there was only one TV in the house back then-imagine that)to see who it was and what they could possibly be doing.
And so this opening weekend is indeed a special one. Many little Black girls (including me)those young and those young at heart will flock to see Princess Tiana with her deep brown skin (a black black girl)and almond shaped eyes. We will flock to see someone who looks like the person we see in the mirror every morning. There has been much hype about this movie and if you know me you know I'm all about the hype. I was not even into the princess thing before I had my girls. Growing up we definitely did not do Cinderella, Belle/Beauty and certainly not Snow White(I grew up in an unapologeticly Black house-but that's another post). But master Disney has whipped us all into a Princess frenzy. Shirts and bed skirts, panties and purses, tables that turn into castles and castles that turn into tables, toy boxes and boxes of toys, you name it and Disney has put a princess on it. And I never purchased not one of those items. Not even the diapers (the baby wouldn't notice but I would and so would someone at the play group). But now (woohoo!)we got us one! And the fact that the movie is set in New Orleans my hometown (YES INDEED!) has sent me over the top with pride and sheer joy.
I am in the words of our first Black girl in the White House proud of being an American for the first time in my life(maybe not the first time but dam near). My generation and all the ones before grew up in a world that was Black at home but mostly white everywhere else. Some of us ignored this face, most of us tolerated it, too many of us fully embraced it (I've been to way too many Cinderella parties ok one but that was too much!) This generation sees more of us on the screen (TV, movie, computer)but they see much more of everything else too(no more Hannah please?!) so perhaps they need Tiana more than we did. Of course this lack of validation from the outside didn't stop manyof us from becoming phenomenal women. But then again who knows how many more there could have been if there had been a girl that looked just like you on the screen who was treated as someone worthy of the best life has to offer, whose dreams came true and whose Prince didn't sing nasty songs about girls name Nikki.
So believe the hype! Ignore the nay saying conspiracy theorist who said she was green for too long or that the Prince didn't have enough swagger. Go and be the Princess you were born to be at least for an hour and a half. And make sure you take your sons with you so they will know that little Black girls (not named Beyonce) can be and should be princesses too .
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
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About Me
- supnatmom
- Stone Mountain, GA, United States
- I am first of all and most of all a mother of 4 wonderful kids and wife of 1 great husband. I am a native of New Orleans which I will always consider home. I currently live in Stone Mountain, Ga where I taught middle school students for 8 years. Teaching that age group proved to be very challenging and rewarding. However my current job as a Stay-at-Home-Mom is the most challenging endeavor I have ever undertaken. The rewards are immeasurable. I am artistic by nature. I love to dance, I can sing a little and I write when the opportunity presents itself. I am writing this blog because my favorite person in the other world , my Dad, who is now somewhere dancing with the ancestors, would always ask me what have you done creative lately because he knew someone like me needed to be creative in order to stay alive. Well Dad here I am in the blogosphere, blowing my creative breath as a way to stay and know that I am alive....and to let everyone else know that I am here. Whew!