I tend not to dress up (I don't go anywhere, so it would be sort of silly), but my kid! This pleases me so much: she wants to be a jewel thief for hallowe'en. I have no idea where she got the idea, but it's what she insists she wants.
She doesn't want to be a Disney Princes. She doesn't want to be Strawberry Shortcake, or Dora, or Batman, or any character from some movie, cartoon, or tv show. She doesn't want to get a canned costume and dress up as someone else who exists independently of her. She wants to be a thing, a person who does something - something adventurous, requiring wit and bravery. (and moral turpitude, but whatever, it's Hallowe'en.)
It's moments like this that make me feel like the draconian strictures I have on television are paying off. Her ability to imagine her life is not yet circumscribed by a corporation who wants to dictate the flavour and breadth of her dreaming.
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She doesn't want to be a Disney Princes. She doesn't want to be Strawberry Shortcake, or Dora, or Batman, or any character from some movie, cartoon, or tv show. She doesn't want to get a canned costume and dress up as someone else who exists independently of her. She wants to be a thing, a person who does something - something adventurous, requiring wit and bravery. (and moral turpitude, but whatever, it's Hallowe'en.)
It's moments like this that make me feel like the draconian strictures I have on television are paying off. Her ability to imagine her life is not yet circumscribed by a corporation who wants to dictate the flavour and breadth of her dreaming.