I Don’t Want To Be Treated Like A Princess, I Want To Be Treated Like An Equal

I grew up watching Disney princesses finding their happily ever afters just like every other woman my age, but when it comes to my real-life relationships, I think I’ll pass on Prince Charming and go for someone a little more evolved.

I don’t need to be taken care of—I’m totally self-sufficient.

 I pay my own bills, have my own apartment, and I die a little inside when I have to pay my student loans every month. In other words, I’ve got adult life down pat and I don’t need or even want someone else taking care of me. I’m not only managing on my own, I’m thriving.

A guy who worships me would never be on my level.

The thing with being treated like a princess is that you’re in this weird position of being simultaneously worshipped and undermined. You’re treated as something to be put on a pedestal and admired or like you’re a delicate little flower that needs to be rescued. Neither of those is desirable in my book.

I definitely don’t want to date a yes man.

If I wanted someone following me around and drooling over me, I’d just get a puppy. I don’t need a robot who agrees with everything I say and has no thoughts or opinions of his own. I want someone who challenges me and makes me better. Anything else gets boring pretty quickly.

I’m not some fragile flower that needs constant care and attention.

Honestly, having someone always checking in on you and asking if you’re OK every five minutes is super obnoxious. One time I went to go use the bathroom on a date and when I came back the guy asked if I was alright. Uh, I just had to pee, dude. Get off my back. Obviously I want to be with someone who cares about me, but I also want to be with someone who knows I can take care of myself.

Real life isn’t a fantasy and I prefer it that way. 

Disney has really made young girls believe that being a princess is one of the best things in the world, but let’s be real for a second. Historically, real-life princesses were nothing more than bargaining chips used to increase the money and power of their fathers and husbands. They had no value beyond how many male children they could bear and they never had any control; they were treated as property. Who would ever want to live like that?

I’d rather be admired for my accomplishments.

I’m intelligent, ambitious, and hard-working. I’m building an amazing career and an amazing life—that’s what I want a guy to admire and be inspired by. I don’t need him to fawn all over me because he thinks I’m some pretty little helpless thing that didn’t know how to cope in life until he came along. That’s total BS and I want a guy who knows that.

Princesses are expected to be perfect and I’m not.

From perfectly coiffed hair to an impossibly small waist and a personality that’s agreeable and inoffensive 24/7, princesses have some pretty high expectations put on them. I’m none of the above and I don’t want to pretend to be for the sake of trying to impress a guy. I’m messy, complicated, and totally real. In my book, that’s a whole lot better.

A guy who wants to swoop in and save me isn’t chivalrous, he’s a sexist douche.

I’m not a prima donna that thinks I deserve special treatment and more than that, I don’t want a guy who fancies himself a knight in shining armor coming in to rescue me from God knows what. Dudes who prescribe to the idea that they’re some all-knowing, all-powerful saviors need to GTFO.

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