This weekend we took our sons to see Frozen. Big screen, big movie, big story. It was a blast.
Some people say it is a story for girls. I feel that society has evolved so that stories that used to be for girls/boys are now something that both genders can enjoy – I know that my boys love Tangled, Cinderella, Cars and Thomas the Tank Engine. I don’t think stories should be for one gender – and I don’t think anything else should either.
When my oldest was a wee little baby, we went to Target and he picked out a Halloween pumpkin. When we took it back to my office, the people said, “Why didn’t you get an orange one? Or a green one?” Because the one he had chosen was pink. Did it really matter? He was barely a year old.
Taking the boys to a movie about sisters was a no-brainer for us. Was it a movie about love? About sisterhood? About being the person you’re meant to be? Was it a feminist tale about the truth in love, and how it’s not always about men? Is it about how pushing down who you truly are is the most damaging thing that you can do to yourself? Is it a movie about strength?
I think it’s all the above. But mostly, in the words of my three year old son, it’s all about…
And I don’t think that can be classed into a gender role at all.
Hugs to all of you.