Last year if I saw one Disney Princess costume, I saw 100. Little girls and a few boys wanted to be Elsa, Snow White, Jasmine, or Cinderella. Who I am I to throw metaphoric stones about the state of feminism in a 5 year old. In 1971 I had the good fortune to live out my dream of being Cinderella in a hand me down costume. I remember thinking that mask made me look just like the princess du jour. After that Halloween I would ask to wear the costume again, but with some kind of evil magic it disappeared. However, just once I had the thrill of being a bona fide Disney princess.