Keep it sassy! Keep it classy!

Hello diary.

Now, bear with me, I have no idea where this train of thought came from, but it hasn’t left my head for a few hours now.

I know that I have a reputation for not following stereotypical gender roles. I am a feminist, not a freaky I-refuse-to-shave-my-legs-because-that-is-what-THE-MAN-expects-from-me feminist, rather the let’s-all-be-equal-kind. I really dislike the colour pink, and I’m all for black and grey. I like looser fitting clothes because they are more comfortable and I hate a good 90% of all romantic-comedies.

And yet, I have this really strong desire to go out and buy a HUGE shiny, sparkling thing of absolute GAUDINESS and just prance around like a princess. With long, curly, shiny hair. Ooh, and glass slippers! And rings! And bracelets! And bells! I want the dress poof so big, that I can’t fit through the door! Gimme a Marie Antoinette dress, please!

I honestly have no idea why I’m feeling this way. Maybe it’s because I watched The Nutcracker Prince yesterday. Or maybe because I watched The Princess and the Frog today. I don’t know, but I REALLY want that dress now!

Or a tutu! Like a Prima Ballerina!

Where can I buy a crown?

Gah! I want glitter!