I watched The Lion King today. One should not ask why. But I’ll explain regardless. Every so often, since I was about 14, when I’m feeling especially shitty phyisically or emotionally or for no-good reason, I go through a box of old VHS tapes I recorded from TV in my Elementary School years. The detailed contents of those tapes deserve a post of there own, but one of them holds The Lion King.
Seriously, why doesn’t Nala get any cred for being the first Disney princess of African heritage? Besides which, bitch is FIERCE. Is the fact that she was BFFs with the prince of lions and later become his queen not enough to qualify her as princess material? I suppose one simply cannot market my-size dresses in the shapes of lions and expect little girls to wear them.