This piece of inspirational blogging is brought to you by Feministing:

A Feministing reader found an offensive pair of junior-sized underwear at Walmart, took a photo, and sent it to the blog. The story is picked up other bloggers. Outrage ensues, and within a couple days, the panties are pulled from stores.

A victory for online activism!

(Of course, when family-friendly Fox News links to your blog, you have to deal with the consequences: Feministing is publishing select hate mail today.)

And in The Nation, Barbara Ehrenreich discusses the lure of the Disney Princesses:

. . . the Princesses exert their pull through a dark and undeniable eroticism. They’re sexy little wenches, for one thing. Snow White has gotten slimmer and bustier over the years; Ariel wears nothing but a bikini top (though, admittedly, she is half fish.) In faithful imitation, the 3-year-old in my life flounces around with her tiara askew and her Princess gown sliding off her shoulder, looking for all the world like a London socialite after a hard night of cocaine and booze. Then she demands a poison apple and falls to the floor in a beautiful swoon. Pass the Rohypnol-laced margarita, please.

It may be old-fashioned to say so, but sex–and especially some middle-aged man’s twisted version thereof–doesn’t belong in the pre-K playroom.

Guess I’m old-fashioned that way too. When it arrives in the U.S. (if it hasn’t already), I will deny my daughter her right to participate in the Miss Disney Princess Pageant.

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