First I want to say thank you so much to everybody who sent in mod applications. We read each and every single one of them at least twice. We put a lot of thought into our decision, and ultimately Alex and I were unanimous in our choices. We feel the women we’ve chosen are more than adequate for the job— in fact, we felt like the vast majority of the submissions we got highlighted people who were qualified for the position. However, one part of our decision making was actively making sure that we can bring to this blog a wide and diverse set of voices so that we can try and make sure the opinions, writings and output from this blog was as varied and inclusive as could be. Ultimately, I feel sure we made the best choice for the blog and for our readers and I hope that those who weren’t chosen still have the knowledge that we appreciate them beyond what words can describe!
So, without further adieu, the new co-mods of DisneyForPrincesses are….
I feel confident that they will all fit in really well here! I’m going to try to add them to the blog right now so that they can make their own introductions for you guys. Alex might have to be the one to do it because she originally started the blog, but we’ll see.
Thank you so much for all your applications!
I am so stoked! disneyforprincesses helped me learn so many new and wonderful ways to talk about the importance of representation, and I can’t wait to be part of that now and help the learning grow. Really looking forward to meeting everybody!
When watching a show I don’t think ‘Well politically correctly there should be two more minorities’
I’m thinking ‘This is suffocating, this isn’t what life is like, why do i not exist, why do my friends not exist, what the fuck is with this idealisation of one type of person?’
Let us tell you what you need, darkies.
Smile in our photos so we can go home feeling good about ourselves.
Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.
I’m sorry but… LGBTQIA?? I just had to copy-paste that because it’s sooo long. LOL
Why? Why do queers have to make this so difficult? I mean, could you pick a more fake and unnecessarily long name for yourselves?
Funny how you say LGBTQIA is “too long and fake sounding,” but there you are on your blog all like