At the club with my girlfriend, Snow White

A vast majority of American women have, at one time in their life, had a girlfriend that is not only blessed with unbelievable good looks, but is also without a doubt the nicest person on the planet.  You know who I’m talking about.  She’s so hot that she can go out to bars without any money whatsoever because men are constantly buying her drinks and because she leads these men to believe there may be the barest glimmer of a possibility of getting a date with her through you, she gets them to pay for all your drinks, too.  She will only agree to dance with men who have a good looking friend with whom you can shake your grove thing as well.  She always remembers your birthday.  She freely shares what little of her wardrobe you can squeeze into (shoes, mostly) and always compliments how you look in them.  She never ever has anything bad to say about anyone.  It’s disgusting.

It occurred to me today, as I watched Disney’s Snow White with my daughter, that Snow White is the epitome of that girlfriend.  Beautiful, sweet, and innocent, Snow White’s kindness even wins over Grumpy, who may not know what “feminine wiles” is, but is absolutely and firmly “again’ it.”  She has everyone eating out of her delicate little hand: the woodsman who incurred the Queen’s wrath because he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, the dwarfs who took her in and even surrendered their beds to her, and the prince who was so enamored that he had no qualms about kissing what he believed to be her corpse.  Even the forest creatures were enthralled with her.  An army of rabbits, deer, raccoons, chipmunks, squirrels, birds and a turtle comforted her when she was frightened, lead her to the dwarfs’ home, helped her clean the house, tried to warn her about the disguised Queen’s poisoned apple, alerted and retrieved the dwarfs to save her from the innocent folly of her very badly misplaced trust, helped the dwarfs avenge her “death,” and finally grieved at the side of her glass coffin.  I, on the other hand, can’t even get the squirrels to stay out of the bird feeder.

She makes me sick.  All that singing about her prince and true love and wishing he would come for her and carry her away to his castle and they would live happily ever after…I just want to smack some sense into her, but she’s just so darn winsome, I know I couldn’t do it.

I suppose Snow White’s insipid little dreams of romance are understandable, though.  If your only female role model was a vapid sociopath like Snow White’s stepmother, you’d dream of letting the first mildly attractive guy who stumbles across your path steal you away, too, simply as a matter of self preservation.  The Queen has no ambition other than to ensure that some mirror thinks she’s the most beautiful woman in the land and she will annihilate anyone that interferes with her narcissistic delusion.  Not even in the cut-throat world of Victoria’s Secret models is there a woman willing to kill to secure her angelic domination of the runway.  Certainly not a stepdaughter and not even if her second cousin twice removed is Halle Barry.  Well, I guess if I were related in any way to Halle Barry I might be tempted , but I know that even if I fitted her with thigh high cement platform stiletto boots and sent her for a swim off the Côte d’Azur, she’d still be way hotter than me until she’d been decomposing for at least half a century and I really don’t have that kind of time.

So, in the grand scheme of things, Snow White is all right in my book.  She may not have grand aspirations, but she has a kind heart and ultimately wants the same thing everyone else wants – to feel safe, loved and happy.  She has a lifetime to realize her potential to achieve anything her heart desires.  In the meantime, I intend to make sure she has the opportunity to get me free drinks, dances with hot guys, and a boat load of shoes.

9 thoughts on “At the club with my girlfriend, Snow White

  1. I love re-examining the classic fairy tales through my grown up, womanist lens. 😉
    Have you seen “Tangled”? Soo much there to dissect! (and just enjoy, too :))

  2. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve heard it was funny and I’m looking forward to checking it out. Although, I may have to watch “How to Train your Dragon” a few more times to cleanse my Princess palate after being forced to watch Snow White a bazillion more times with the girl.

  3. Wonderful story – so well-written and poetic. Loved it, though I’m not a big fan of the fairy tales in which women appear as vain, silly, prince-lusting bimbos. OOPS! I’ve just described the Kardashians, Paris Hilton, and all the other mindless fluff that keeps showing up in bad TV.

  4. lol! SDS, don’t forget some of the women currently coming to bat for us in politics. I’m positive that Sarah Palin diminishes the intelligence of every woman on the planet while simultaneously stealing our oxygen every time she opens her mouth. Snow White at least has the excuse of youthful innocence and a very sheltered childhood. I normally strive to be open-minded, but I’d choose Snow over Sarah to be my wing-woman any day of the week.

  5. I worked with a girl like this once, helping her get ready for her college senior recital – of course she SANG like a Disney princess too, in addition to looking like one and having a perfectly sunny disposition and fine sense of humor.

    She married someone who’s quite a bit like that, just as sweet and funny and genuine as she is. I am at least 98% sure their children will be hell on wheels.

  6. Children always seem to be the bit of added spice required to turn one’s world on it’s ear, aren’t they? The brats.

    Part of the inspiration for this post was a girlfriend I roomed with in college. Although she was highly intelligent, she was somehow clueless when it came to how beautiful, genuine and alluring she was which, of course, made her all the more attractive to men. Most were AFRAID to talk to her and she was actually a little lonely most of the time. I lost track of her years ago and although I was always insanely jealous of her, I would probably give my eyeteeth to hang out with her again.

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