I just took my daughter to ballet and discovered a definite niche in the market: feminist ballet. Does this exist already?
In my version, the three-year-olds would not be told to stretch their arms to reach ‘beautiful princess dresses’ or ‘wave at Prince Charming’, and neither would the teacher pretend to be Princess Fiona from ‘Shrek’. Instead, they would ‘use their strong bodies’ to ‘reach their potential’. Or something. I was unprepared for the princess-indoctrination. Although daughter seems to have enjoyed it and was praised for her beautiful twirling, I feel kind of dirty now.
I checked out toddler rugby, but it’s prohibitively expensive, and the football is too far away. Perhaps she’ll want to join the great musical theatre group in our city when she’s a bit older. For the next term, prancing about in skirts it is.