Like most little girls, I was pretty into Disney movies growing up. Princesses, and singing, and dancing. What wasn’t to like?
Most of my friends were into the classics. They wanted to watch Snow White. Or Cinderella. Not me. My favorite was The Little Mermaid.
I think I liked this movie because, like me, Ariel was a redhead. It’s hard to find redheads in TV and movies. Even as a child, I knew my red hair made me different, and I latched on to anyone who looked like me. Even if she was a cartoon with fins instead of legs.
But just as Ariel wanted to be human, I wanted to be a mermaid. She might have wanted to walk on land, but I wanted to swim all day. How fun would that be? When I would go swimming in the lake or ocean, I used to pretend I was mermaid.
Of course, now my adult logic gets in the way. I realize if I really was a mermaid, my skin would get all wrinkly from being in the water all the time. I don’t particularly like that feeling, so that would have been an issue. Plus, what would I have eaten? I love chicken, but there are no chickens under water. And no, sorry Jessica Simpson, Chicken of the Sea doesn’t count.
So, OK. Maybe my favorite movie influencing me to want to be a mermaid wasn’t the best idea. But then again, I maintain that wearing glass shoes and eating apples from strangers aren’t exactly great ideas either.