Recently, there
has been a great deal of outcry over the new visual designs for Merida, the
princess heroine of Disney/Pixar’s “Brave.”
The new artwork shows a clearly older princess, Merida’s gawky, girl’s
body replaced with womanly curves, her baby fat trimmed away, leaving a slimmer
figure, and her large round eyes full of wonder giving way to a hooded, sultry
look.
This new
imagining of the character is meant to bring her more in line with the other
Disney princesses. Many people, mostly
empowered women and effeminate men, have protested this change, claiming that
it undermines the very message of the movie.
I decided to
weigh in on the topic in the form of a dialogue between the princess in
question and her royal mother, since this conflict seemed in keeping with the
themes and action of the film. It may
help to imagine it in the voices (and accents) of the characters
themselves. Enjoy.
“This is an
outrage!”
Merida flung the
door open with a bang, storming into her mother’s chambers brandishing a
scroll.
Her mother sat
at her sewing table, altering a dress with slow and deliberate movements of her
needle.
“What is an
outrage, dear?” she asked in a pleasant, measured tone, adding; “and princesses
do not burst into their mother’s chambers without knocking.”
Merida ignored
the admonishment and thrust the scroll into her mother’s face. It showed an image of the princess as an
older, more mature lady.
“Yes dear, isn’t
it lovely?”
Merida was
stunned into silence, her lip raised in a look of utter incomprehension. “But…” she stammered, “but it looks nothing like me!”
Her mother put
down her sewing and smiled patiently at her daughter, adopting the
infuriatingly patronizing tone she used to explain things to her. “Perhaps not, dear, but it’s
another version of you. An idealized
version of what you could be.”
“What I could
be? What does that mean?”
“You must
remember dear, that you are a Disney Princess™, and that means you are to serve
as a role model for young girls everywhere.
You have to show them what they can become.”
“Then I don’t want to be a Disney Princess™!”
Her mother set down her sewing, her face darkening
in a dangerous cast that caused Merida to take a step backwards before planting
her feet and thrusting her chin out towards her defiantly.
“Oh yes you do, young lady!” she hissed. “As a Disney
Princess™ you will be known around the world, you will be the
idol of millions of young girls, and you will live forever in the collective
culture of the world. So you will be a Disney
Princess™
and if
that means making a few small changes, you will
accept them while smiling graciously.
“But what’s wrong with the way I look now?”
Her mother made a sympathetic face. “Well you are the first Disney Princess™ from a Pixar film, and they just want to
bring you more in line with all the other princesses.”
“Why should
being from Pixar mean I need to change?”
“Well dear,
Disney has been establishing a particular look, a particular aesthetic, for
their princesses for decades now. Your
pixels just don’t match up with their traditional cell animation. So they needed to make a few adjustments here
and there; fix your frizzy hair, narrow your face a bit, make your proportions
more…human.”
“Human!” shouted
Merida indignantly.
“Well of course dear,
remember, they need to hire actresses to walk around the parks dressed as you,
and no living actress can be expected to look like a CGI character.”
“What about
Rapunzel? She was CGI!”
“That is true,
but it was CGI based on the traditional Disney aesthetic.” Adding under her breath, “A little more manga
around the eyes than most, but times are what they are I suppose.”
“So I need to
change to fit in? Isn’t that a terrible
lesson to teach the young girls who watched my movie? And doesn’t that contradict the whole point
of the story?”
The Queen
laughed, “oh Merida, the story creates the characters, and then the characters
drive the merchandise.”
“Merchandise?”
“Of course my
dear, it is the merchandise that gives a Disney Princess™ her immortality. Long after she stops appearing in movies, it
is the products bearing her likeness that line the shelves of the Disney Store
that keep her forever young.” And Disney
knows what they are doing, they have been in the princess merchandising game for
a very long time. They know from
experience and market research that little girls want glamorous princesses
wearing fabulous gowns with hair they can brush. They want the beauty and romance of a
princess, and that is what their parents spend money on.”
“But what about
the girls that don’t want that? What
about the girls that identify with me the way I am now? I know those girls are out there, and they
don’t want me to change and look more like a Disney Princess™. What
about those girls?”
“Oh Merida,” her
mother began with a weary sigh, “in the grand scheme of things, those girls
simply don’t matter.”
Merida
spluttered incoherently, struggling for a rational response, “wha- but, How can
you say they don’t matter?”
“Because girls
like that are statistically insignificant.
A major corporation like Disney has to aim for the largest
demographic. If they spent money on
appealing to the kind of girls who are different, they would lose money. It’s a simple matter of economics.”
“That’s not
true! Disney just doesn’t want to take
the chance on a different kind of princess like me!”
Her mother
sighed and spoke very quietly. “No dear,
they already have tried it. More than
once, actually.”
Merida blinked,
her tirade halted in mid stride. “What?”
“Her name was
Mulan,” her mother began. “She had
nearly everything a successful Disney Princess™ required
to make it, a compelling story based on a traditional folk tale, great voice
talent, excellent songs, talking animal friends; the works. But like you, she was an independent young
woman, who turned her back on marriage proposals, preferred to wear
more…practical clothes to fancy gowns, learned to fight with swords and bows,
and even risked her life to save her father.”
“I…I’ve never
seen her around the other princesses when they gather.”
“No dear, she is
rarely even mentioned these days. Her
merchandise does not appear on the Disney Store shelves. That ‘evil, patriarchal template’ that Disney
uses for their princesses? She broke
that pattern, and no one bought her products.
Disney didn’t abandon her, the public did. Just like Pocahontas, or Megara, or Eilonwy
Merida struggled
angrily with herself for several seconds, struggling to find the weakness in
her mother’s argument. Finally she
collapsed, throwing herself down across her mother’s bed in despair.”
“But why do I
have to look so much older?”
The Queen smiled
and came over to sit on the bed, stroking her daughter’s hair. “You must remember Merida, that you are an ideal.
Young girls need to look at an image of what they can be one day, and
that means showing them a strong woman,
not a strong child.”
“But my fans are children!” she shouted, jumping up
from the bed and pacing the room again.
The Queen sighed
again and returned to her sewing. I know
it’s not what you wanted dear, but this new look is just the way it has to be
from now on. I quite like the new dress,
myself.
“I won’t wear
it!” huffed Merida, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
“Actually dear,
I already got rid of all your old clothes,” her mother said, holding up the
dress she had been altering. “I’ve just
been taking in the new ones Disney sent over.
Aren’t they elegant?”
Merida clenched
her fists at her side, her face glowing red.
“Then I’ll rip these just like I did my old one!”
The Queen
smiled. “I’m sorry dear, they’ve already
thought of that, I’m afraid.” She
stretched the fabric of the dress for her daughter to see. “See?
These are all Spandex.”
There is a tragic story to this post. I actually wrote it over a week ago, and then lost every word of it due to user error. I was distraught over losing it, and had to recreate it, which was depressing and demoralizing, and is a big part of why I haven't posted in a while.
ReplyDeleteEven worse, the day after I wrote (and lost) it, Disney released a statement rescinding the new changes, and rendering my terribly clever post largely redundant (although still terribly clever.)