I have written on this subject before but the combination of a weekend in a tourist location and a plethora of comments on Facebook justifies another visit. The debate over frogs and princes has run for many years and at its heart is the presumption that there exists some vast stock of princesses. The poor princess is bound to kiss frogs as she seeks out the prince that she so richly deserves. The frog is an analogy for the men that fail to meet the grade and treat our princess as they should.
If my Facebook is any indication there are a lot of women out there that feel that they have been let down by Ms Nature. The volume of frogs is apparently making it difficult to identify the princes. I have no issue with anybody expecting to be treated well, in fact I think we should all aspire to this. I am concerned though by the gap between the actions that I see and this desire. If I accept that there is a shortage of princes then the corollary of this, as purported by Facebook, would be that there is a glut of princesses. It was many years ago that I read fairy tales but what I see from my window on a Friday or Saturday night does not match my understanding of the term.
I don’t recall reading how prince charming picked up his princess as she staggered along the road at 2 am with her heals in her hand. I am sure that Cinderella didn’t preload with a bottle of vodka before heading to the ball. In fact there isn’t a fairytale that I recall where the princess slammed shots and then vomited.It seems that the desire to be treated like a princess is inversely proportional to the previous night’s behaviour.The more young ladies that I see fighting, vomiting or falling over outside my flat in the early hours the more Facebook berates the lack of princes. Don’t misunderstand me, if you want to be a ladette then that is your choice and your right. But if you want to be treated like a princess then, and this is just a thought, maybe try acting like one.