The only lessons they ever taught my little lass' was that one day, if you're pretty and dumb enough, a man will come along and take care of you. These were not the kind of virtues I wanted to instill in my girls.
It was a long and uphill battle with my wife. Her argument was always "These were the movies that I watched growing up and there's nothing wrong with me!" Every time that little nugget of wisdom was used, it effectively put our conversation to a dead stop. I love sex too much to get into the thick of it with her . I'd have to bide my time.
One Sunday morning, Spike was running their Star Wars marathon, which of course, I watched all day in my underwear. This is obviously the preferred technique for maximum enjoyment of a TV marathon. I had no idea what was about to happen. I would never have predicted that Phia would climb onto the couch and snuggle up next to me. She had never shown any interest in anything other than a Disney Princess before. "Daddy who is that?" she asked.
"That's Princess Leah, baby." I replied. That's all it took.
Now I can't tear her away from the Princess who shoots laser blasters and hatches battle plans with Wookies. I am so happy she's found a role model that isn't a bimbo. It means a lot to me that she grows up as an empowered young woman, a slave to no man, free to roam the galaxy as a wanted smuggler and degenerate gambler, indebted to space mobsters.
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