[SIZE="2"]I was at the local Walgreen’s the other night, waiting for my sister to get her prescription filled, and I took a look around the store to pass the time. This particular establishment is just off of the north-south Interstate, right smack dab in the middle of Kansas (and America), sitting at an intersection that includes a McDonalds, a Wal-Mart, a car dealership, and several other small eateries. You can see for miles in all directions, since this relatively new area is being filled in with stores and essential services…
Inside Walgreen’s, nestled among the seasonal candy, toys, knickknacks and whatnots, was a SMALL bin of bargain books, maybe twenty in all. Half of the books were about warriors, replete with weapons, armor, military hardware and aggression, and the other half were about princesses, i.e. how to be or act like one, don’t you wish you were one, or wouldn’t you like to living in a castle somewhere, waiting for the warrior to make his inevitable appearance? A curious, albeit small gathering of books, to be sure, and right in the middle, between the two gender “factions” was Joel Osteen’s “Become a Better You.” I won’t comment on the latter, except to say that the author is REALLY smiling* on the glossy cover, and the word “scripture” appears on nearly every page, as if by magic (yet it’s deliberate). Well, I just had to look…
*[SIZE="1"]Can teeth get much whiter?[/SIZE]
Anyway, I got to thinking like a crossdresser, as is my wont, and I wondered about this warrior/princess dichotomy. Are the powers-that-be herding children towards one or another, and, if so, why? Do they, the standard bearers of an accepted definition of civilization, want all boys to think about being warriors and all girls to think about being princesses? Based on the polarized literature on display, I tend to make a connection, but I would anyway (consider the source). Are boys, depending on their parental/peer pressure, expected to embrace the warrior concept without question? Also, do girls look at the pretty, smiling, piece-of-work princesses and want to emulate all things associated with girly, like nice clothes, hairstyles, makeup and jewelry? The genders are neatly separated into two camps, at opposite ends of the bin, and the lack of subtlety amuses me no end. The fact that these were “bargain” books, and not selling well, was factored into my wonderment, but their very existence intrigues me…
Of course, I know there are girls who resist the princess urge (especially if their sister is a declared princess), just like I know some boys are appalled at the idea of having to become warriors. In other words, reality is infinitely more subtle. When I was a young boy, I was fascinated by all kinds of typical male stuff (hardware, attitudes, non-existent feelings, and pointless aggression), but something happened one night and I turned towards the idea of being a princess. Nowadays, looking at the gender specificity in a small selection of children’s books, I’m reminded of my own curious path from one set of feelings to another. Well, I’m allowed to...
Sitting here, writing this little piece, I see evidence all around me of my “wrong” princess lifestyle – I’m wearing a pink nightdress for coolness and comfort, lipstick stains my coffee cup, and my paintings of boys in dresses decorate the walls. However, the warrior boy I used to be is just under the surface (and under the bed ) – there are stacks of books on military history in my bedroom, gleaned from local libraries. I’m still fascinated with a barely suppressed boyishness to this day. The video games I play are all shooters, and explosions tickle my fancy. Smashing stuff up? Sure, but not in real life. If my peaceful world was challenged in some way, I would revert to the warrior, but, at this late date, the princess I became would be with me at all times. When I work on artwork in my studio, the change in environment facilitates a move away from the innate warrior to the innate princess. I turn away from violence, listen to music, and seek out things on TV to cry about. Everything is caressed rather than manhandled, and sharp edges are replaced by soft, yielding emotions as I try to create something beautiful. Can you dig it? I know what is (or was) expected of me as a boy, but I created a more homogenous creature from all of myself. We carry on, together…
Maybe I keep the boy around to facilitate the dominant “girl” I happen to be. I need something to bounce off of, and away from. Perhaps I’m proof that the warrior and the princess can co-exist, one gender hugging the other in an endless dance of existence…
So, my MtF friends, are you a warrior or a princess? Can you be both at the same time? I’d really like to know – am I the only one who thinks about this stuff?
BTW, please don’t tell me about Xena, The Warrior Princess, OK? My cherished fantasies do NOT involve swordplay…[/SIZE]