M is for Male Familiars in Disney Films

disney men and pets 2As a girl I wanted Jasmine’s tiger, Pocahontas’s raccoon, and Ariel’s sassy gay crab friend.  It wasn’t until I started thinking about how each Disney princess has a familiar that I realized, so do the men.

Most princes have a horse or perhaps a magic carpet or reindeer.  This friend also provides transportation to the princess and often serves to remove her from her “world” and fight off the evil witch.  Think of Prince Phillip and his steed gazing upon Briar Rose in one scene and battling Maleficent in another.  Frozen and Tangled also use hoof power to achieve the princess’s goals much like my first boyfriend’s van got me out of my house on a Friday night.  Disney downplays this patriarchal display of power by making the horse a charming extension of the prince’s silliness.  The pony often wins her heart first. 

Next we have man’s best friend.  It’s Pongo whose need to mount Perdita that leads to his owner’s marriage and Eric’s sheepdog Max finds a now DTF human Ariel on the beach.  They are like the OKCupid of the Disney animal kingdom.  In both of these examples the woman also moves in with the man, whereas horses mean adventure dogs mean a man looking for long-term commitment.

Monkeys are reserved for men who live as outsiders.  Aladdin and Tarzan each require their ladies to accept them fully as they are which is in conflict with their station in life.  Jasmine should really ruling the kingdom that her mentally deficient Father has left in the hands of a man who can stand Gilbert Godfrey’s voice.  Instead it’s all I can show you the world, fuck responsibility.  Jane trades her corsets and tea sets for a family of apes.  Do you really need to teach him English or just let your bodies talk?  The men who have monkeys long for human connection.

So what does this teach a young girl?  Find a man who can take you where you need to go, calls to your sexuality, and doesn’t lie about where they came from.

(number 32 on the pagan blog project week 25)


L is for Lucien

Lucien : hedged paths

Sometimes cats find you.  We got Lucien for my husband, a 22 toed foster kitten from the first batch of the ’09 season at work.  The youngest of our 4, everyone loved him immediately.  Over the last few years this little cuddle ninja became my constant companion.  I am a different thing to each of my animals.  Our border collie Poe sees me as the fearless leader.  Crowley, A Black Cat who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards into our lives, views me as the twice daily food dispenser as I see him as the twice daily food alarm system.  Elphie is my familiar, my oldest, and we share a mutual understanding that I’ve never felt with another animal.  But Lucien is my little squishy monster who suddenly appears next to me where ever I land.  We laugh that he must be my husband’s familiar because of how devoted he is to me.  A lot of us who do rescue joke that we just want one normal one, Lucien is my good boy.  He’s never had a litter box problem, always sits for diner, comes when called, and only bites when provoked.  He shows me the magic of the human-animal bond with his charms everyday as he reaches out with his giant paws to show me he loves me.