Walt Disney and Pixar made me the woman I am today... so stop blaming me

I have grown up and grown old with feminine role models that somehow lack a certain reality.  No, I don't mean Donna Reed or the Brady Bunch mom.  No, no, my role models are literally fantastic. And/or Incredible.  I see bits of them in me, so I am sure I have been influenced by them.  Mainly, they helped establish my unshakable belief in magic, in imagination, and whimsy, and have inspired me to try to be both more powerful, more self-possessed, and brave.  Here they are.  Thank you, Uncle Walt, and all my friends at Disney.  And thanks to my new friends at Pixar.  Now if I could only identify with REAL women.



Elastigirl/Helen Parr.  I admire her flexibility.


  

Maleficent.  Oh, to be a powerful bitch!  She only wants one thing in life... her own way.
(And she's a bird lover, too.  Love the hat).

The Queen of Hearts.  It's good to be the queen.  She's not  particularly attractive, but so few tyrants are.
She certainly gets HEARD!   I especially like her relationship with her hubby.  What a broad!



Hmmm... I'm seeing a trend here.  Another queen.  Maybe I secretly hunger for power. 
Either that, or I want to look like Gloria Swanson.
Look her up. 







Okay, time for some good faeries.  Meriwether, Fauna and Flora.
My love for faeries dates back to my first meeting these lovely women- powerful, loving, fearless and wise. 

 

Mrs. Potts.  I figure if I am ever transformed by magic, I will probably be a teapot. 
I'm always spouting off and yet I am very breakable.  And I am short and stout. 

 

Edna Mode, AKA E.  I love her aesthetic.  She is a true artist.  she never looks back.  It distracts from the now.
I wish I had her focus.

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There they are.  My heroes.  Bet that explains a lot, huh?