I never believed in Cinderella. Glass slippers? Come on, don't try to tell me that you could dance the night away in those babies. Fairy Godmother? I don't think so. I mean, the girl talked to mice, there had to be something more going on. Prince Charming sees her and is instantly in love? Please.
In real life, the boy does not see the girl from across the room and feel the need to talk to her. That's a plot point only available in a Disney movie, One Direction fan-fiction, or a steamy romance novel. In real life, boy sees girl and we're lucky if he says hi.
What this all boils down to is simple: Prince Charming can kiss my a**.
The entire idea of him! First of all, chivalry is dead. I'm lucky if a guy holds a door open for me let alone asks me out on a proper date. Gone are the days of being picked up at your front door where your date gets the chance to be scared off by your parents, and in my case seven younger siblings. Nine times out of ten I get a text saying Here.
Awesome.
But you know what? I don't want a Prince Charming. I don't want to be saved nor do I need to be. I'll do the rescuing for myself, thank you very much.
I used to dream of my Knight in Shining Armor. He'd make me forget all of my fears about falling in love and we would ride off into the sunset.
Now, my dreams are bigger; more mature. Now I dream of a chic apartment in New York City, a career that drags me all over the world and gives me a chance to use my creativity every day. I dream of going out with my girlfriends, experiencing different cultures, discovering a new hobby, writing a New York Times bestseller.
That's not to say I don't foresee a man in the picture. But Prince Charming? I don't think so. Prince Charming infers that I need to be saved and that is so far from the truth. I don't need to be saved; I need to be rivaled. I need someone to match my ambition and push me even further.
I need my Eugene Fitzherbert, a guy who helps me achieve my dreams. I need my Kristoff, someone to call me out on all of my bullsh*t. I need someone who I can take care of just as much as he takes care of me.
But most of all, I need a partner. Not a savior.
