Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She lived in a castle and had to wait to be rescued by a man because she just could not figure a way out by herself. She did manage to wear pretty dresses all day long. One day the prince finally found her, slayed a dragon or two and rescued her from her miserable (but pretty) existence. But then she got pregnant.
She was not about to let a pregnancy hamper her newfound freedom though. She managed to find a clinic in her land where she could make the problem go away. Planned Parenthood came through for her like a fairy godmother and, after her abortion, the princess was able to go back to her prince, relying on him to keep her safe, provide for all her needs and buy her pretty dresses.
Now that is a Disney princess, right, Planned Parenthood?
Here is the deleted tweet from the organization the GOP funds. pic.twitter.com/ltj0e1o2aY
— Alex Pfeiffer (@PfeifferDC) March 27, 2018
I have daughters. They love Disney princesses. While I don’t encourage playing the part of a princess often, I have found ways to teach that a Disney princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, that relying solely on a prince for happiness is a surefire way to be quickly disappointed. Yet, they love to watch Disney movies and see princesses enjoying life to the fullest.
But if Planned Parenthood had their way, the story would include destruction of life, introduction to death, and violence. I worked at Planned Parenthood for eight years. This is what happens daily behind closed doors. On the outside, I was a pro-choice feminist, pushing the line that women needed abortion to live the fairy tale life they had always desired. But on the inside, I was taking away their treasure.
Little girls who are watching Disney movies and dream of wearing nice dresses and finding their prince can play that part all they want in childhood. The magic of a princess likely won’t ever die down, which Planned Parenthood knows all too well. They have been marketing themselves to younger and younger women, hoping to make lifelong customers.
But they aren’t getting my daughters and I hope they do not get yours. I teach my girls the importance of valuing life at all stages, most especially those who are marginalized in society like the handicapped, people with special needs, the elderly, and the homeless. I teach them that even if you work hard to get what you want and do everything right, sometimes things still don’t work in your favor – which is not the life of a Disney princess.
Planned Parenthood is getting paid to tweet ridiculous ideas. They are literally taking money from taxpayers, sitting at their desk and tweeting about how Disney needs to have a princess who has had an abortion. And then millions of dollars are paid to their public relations people who have to clean up their messes – all with our tax dollars.
Atrocious.
Bottom line is that Disney movies are for children, young kids — little ones who innately understand that babies are of great value. It is a beautiful thing to witness when my kids ask about the baby in my belly whenever I have been pregnant. They always understand this concept and the innocence of their questions and the purity of their love should be preserved, not perverted like Planned Parenthood wants to do.
Not many people get that happily ever after they want in life. There are disappointments every step of the way, not matter how hard one strives for the best. The princess in Planned Parenthood’s twisted story probably goes on to break up with her prince, suffer emotional anguish because of her choice, and misses her child.
If Disney wants ideas for a princess, make her an independent woman, one who is not afraid to face the daily struggles of life, and refuses to wear expensive dresses. Because we all know life is messy and those dresses are too pretty to get dirty.
Abby Johnson is president of And Then There Were None, a ministry that helps abortion workers leave their jobs.
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