So, Did Disney F#$k You Up Too?
Beauty and The Beast came on TV here in London this past Sunday night, and I stopped the (digital) presses to watch. I had to its my all-time favorite cartoon. Ever. In life. There will never be another. (Brave is a close second, though.)
I love that cartoon because Belle (no matter how basic and perfect I think she may be) had it all a father that absolutely doted on her (yup, Ive got daddy issues), a big, strapping, burly admirer, and another big ass rich loverboy or lover-beast, I should say. Why, oh, why cant I be Belle? I cant help but wonder what life would be like with men fawning all over me.
Dont mistake, I get way more than my fair share of male attention (and it can be annoying and uncomfortable at times), but none of it matters to me because it isnnnoying attention from.
