Just a word of warning – this is a bit of a ranty post. And it’s not actually about anything important, just a pet hate. You don’t have to like it, you don’t even have to agree with me – I just need to get it out of my system. Blogging is cheaper than therapy! 

Princess. I hate the word. No – hate isn’t strong enough. I fucking DETEST the word and here’s why.

When did every woman want to become one?

I’m sure I’m not alone in wanting to have been a princess when I was a little girl. I grew up watching Disney movies and playing with Princess Barbie. Princesses wore big flouncy dresses with glitter on them, had evil stepmothers (which is a WHOLE other blog post!), dead fathers, slept on peas, married impossibly handsome princes and owned at least one tiara. It looked like a pretty bloody awesome life to a 7-year-old who didn’t have the nicest childhood.

But the thing is, I grew out of wanting to be a princess when I was about 8. So why is it I grew out of wanting to be a princess and (so it seems right now) most other women haven’t?

All bloody month my FaceBook has been littered with posts from my future sister-in-law rabbiting on about how it’s only one month until she becomes a princess, ie: gets married (and no – my bro-in-law is definitely NOT a prince). She has what she and her giggling friends have dubbed “the princess dress”, recently bought a tiara (I vomited a bit in my mouth when I read that) and is having her wedding reception in a Swiss manor house (only because the Swiss castle was too expensive to hire for a day). She refers to her future wedding day as her day to be a princess.

I don’t understand!!! When did grown women become obsessed with princesses? Not only are many women behaving like my future sister-in-law in wanting to be a princess on their wedding days, but when the “princess day” is over they then have a baby girl and thus, “a new princess is born”. (That exact phrase was used in a recent birth announcement text I received. I wanted to break my phone.)

When did this trend of calling baby girls “princesses” start? Because it was definitely not happening 30 years ago. (Perhaps I’ve been ripped off?) Almost every single woman I know who’s had a baby girl calls them Princess, dresses them in t-shirts or dresses embellished (in diamantes of course!) with the word “Princess” and has a princess themed nursery. All these women also seem to call each others daughter a princess as well. It’s like either they or someone they know must be a princess.

This princess thing is a weird phenomenon and one I don’t understand. I didn’t think grown-ups were supposed to play make-believe and think we’re princesses (or pirates or fairies or, dare I say it, vampires) or encourage daughters to become something relatively unattainable (unless you happen to be in the right bar at the right time).

Call me old fashioned, but I’m a woman – not a princess – not even on my wedding day! And if I have a daughter, she won’t be a princess either. Unless she marries one of Frederick and Mary’s sons and then she can call herself Princess.