Sunday, December 16, 2012

Advent Princesses

Unlike 50% of the population of the United States, I despise the movie Shrek. No reason (besides the poor little bird that explodes. And we're supposed to laugh? Why?), just not my cup of fairytale tea.

But, based on the soundtrack, I actually do love the musical (unabashed theatre kid bias. Everything's better live on stage). Maybe because it's impossible to love Sutton Foster, maybe because this song won my heart, maybe because I love stories of princesses waiting in towers.

(The "Are you there, God? It's me, Fiona." Is so great. A little a nod to Guenevere's cry to St. Genevieve in "Simple Joys of Maidenhood")

Waiting for your true love to come is rough work, my friends. And as maybe non-feminist as women being cooped up in towers seems to be, they actually have it a lot easier. I don't envy Rapunzel and Fiona that stifling ennui that must come being cooped up in a tower. But I don't think they would envy us the exhaustion the rest of us feel--the weariness of continually choosing the wrong prince. When you're trying to find Darcy, it's discouraging and disheartening to keep running into Wickhams and Collinses. To start down the path of a romance and continually run into dead ends can be frustrating.

Being cooped up in a tower, those princesses have more time to compose songs filled with hopeful restlessness. Full of advent-like inquietud, which I find myself indulging in now and again. Advent seems as good a time as any to indulge in a bit of restlessness and the hope-filled angst of waiting. 

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