Tender footed twirls across the living room floor in time and tune with Ariel, and I'm reminded of the innocent side of teenage angst when I related with Ariel, "bet they don't reprimand their daughters." Oh, the indignation that a teen suffers. Hah! "Bright young women, sick of swimmin' ready to stand." Don't be in such a hurry Ariel. But I too am sick of swimmin'. How long do I have to tread water out here?
Then I begin considering the gender roles in this flick and how Daddy is Prince Eric to girls my daughter's age, Daddy is King Triton to the teens like Ariel, and Prince Eric just can't seem to live up to the legend of King Triton to the more - ahem- mature woman or perhaps that's my twisted slant. I'm happy for life to prove me wrong on this one, but so far I'm dragging these so-called Princes to shore, and I'm still out at sea.And did you ever notice how ripped Triton is?
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