First, for the record, I take mine on the rocks with
salt. HOWEVER, I support those who
choose the frozen option. I’m open minded that way.
In addition to the wonder that comes from the blending of
tequila, salt, lime, ice, etc., I would like to sing the praises of the
absolutely fabulous: Frozen.
I know it is Disney.
I initially thought, like many, that it was a “kid” movie. A few weeks ago though, all that
changed. I decided that after a week
full of yelling, hair pulling, knock down drag out fights (and that was just my
pup and her roomy) I needed an escape. I made plans to cut out early and catch
a frivolous, whimsical tale set to music.
(4:20 showing at Trader’s Point).
The obstacle standing in the way was a hearing at a courthouse which
shall not be named but might deal with children, let’s say. I had a 2pm hearing and at 3:30, I mentioned
to the fabulous bailiff that I might need to re-schedule my movie plans. This very masculine man inquired as to what
film I planned to take in. Let me be
honest, I paused. I didn’t want this gatekeeper to some JOs that I really respect
to think me a ninny… but I decided to be honest. “Frozen…” The response startled me “Oh hell
no, you aren’t missing that. It’s the best one Disney’s done in forever.” Ten minutes later my hearing had been called
and I was on my way.
Y’all,
it was fabulous. I downloaded a song off
of itunes. I now have six songs so you
can tell I was pretty in love. I loved
that the song Let it Go wasn’t
angry. It wasn’t a raging destructive
power ballad, it was a song about coming into her own and living into
herself. I think that’s pretty powerful
for little girls and grownups alike. It
is catchy too, and someone with a pitchy alto-ish range can sing along with
reckless abandon (you’re welcome west side morning drivers) like a theme song
for self-confidence without a “B**ch” or a “h*” in sight.
It is positive. It is beautiful. It teaches little girls not to wait around for a prince to save them, but if he wants to be your partner, let him help. (A valuable lesson for big girls too.) Siblings, long estranged, heal broken hearts to make their own little family. And if you don't think the little ones are watching/listening/learning from these shows they watch...I can attest that they are. (I don't have kids, so obviously I'm a perfect parent.)
During a dance recital on a very recent Saturday, I sat, surrounded, by about two dozen small ballerinas. You can imagine their surprise when the "big girls" did their recital dance to Let it Go. During the first chorus there was a small, hesitant voice whispering the words. By the second chorus, twenty tiny ballerinas were singing with all their hearts. For the next five minutes I tried desperately to quiet the many tiny voices trying to tell me all about how brave the characters were, and how they loved each other even though they didn't always get along.
Well played Disney. Well played.
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