During work today, I was treated to a discussion about Disney princesses. I'm as much a fan of princesses as the next guy, but this discussion went on for far longer and into far more detail than it should have. One girl in particular mentioned (repeatedly) that she'd planned on being a Disney princess in Disneyland for years. She finally found an internship here at school that would allow her to go, and she talked for nearly an hour about which princess she'd like to play and how taking ballroom dancing classes here might improve her chances of becoming a princess and how she planned on marching right into the Office of Princess Appointments and demanding that they make her Snow White but no one really likes Snow White but all the girls sing her songs anyway blah blah blah blah blah
As you can imagine, this got to me pretty quickly. I kept quiet for most of the day at work. The people I usually talk to weren't there, and so I didn't feel any particular need to open my mouth. Besides, I wanted to concentrate on the music in my head (predictably, Emiliana Torrini, although the Gorillaz made several guest appearances) so I could shut out the soft rock insanity that was playing on the radio.
It takes an experience like this, I think, to really appreciate the fact that we get to choose who we spend the rest of our lives with. I would have likely lost my mind if I were sentenced to spend the rest of my life with Disney Princess Girl. I haven't made up my mind on who I'd like to spend my life with, but I'm pretty sure she's going to be better than that girl.