Oh, so he's a buddy then.

Today after lab I took some time to lay around in bed because I was tired. And then, in a moment of fleeting semi-consciousness, I watched some of Aladdin. A lot of people complain about how Disney movies promote this or that but what really caught my attention was the scene where the Sultan talks to Jasmine about getting married.

Jasmine complains about how she doesn't want to be married off in spite of the law. About how important it is that she marry somebody she is in love with. And then, as he puts a dove back into its bird cage, the Sultan gets serious: "Jasmine, it's not only this law. I'm not going to be around forever, and I just want to make sure you're taken care of, provided for." The lights in his eyes dim for just a moment as he solemnly acknowledges his mortality. He lowers his defenses to express his honest concern for the future well being of his daughter. And, in response, she says:

"Try to understand. I've never done a thing on my own."

I was shocked and appalled to realize that after her father's uninhibited foray into his inner self, she completely ignored everything he said and could only think about herself. She ignored him and went into a sob story about how sad her life is immediately after he told her he was going to die. And we wonder why girls are so terrible now.

I am so tired. And I can't sleep. Maybe this weekend. Maybe.

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Cam said…

Wow. That really makes someone think...

October 14, 2009 at 7:17 AM

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