I have to say, my favorite Disney princess is Cinderella. There are pros and cons, so hear me out:
But despite it all, she turns out great! Cinderella's personality is so precious. She's optimistic, genuine, efficient, and has a great sense of humor. She even argues in defense of Lucifer. That's true kindness. She has just the right amount of spunk and creativity to make her dreary situation pleasant. Plus, she makes washing the floors look absolutely beautiful. That's one of my favorite parts.
One of Cinderella's weak areas is her honesty. I know, right? How can I say that? Well, listen. I don't often encourage sneakiness and rebellion, but if she wanted to go to the ball so badly, what possessed her to ask permission? Did she really think the stepmother would say, "Why, sure. Go work on your dress all day and meet us down here at 7pm."
No, instead they worked her ragged all day and were ready to flounce out the door when Cinderella makes her second silly move: flying down the stairs looking like a 1800s runway model. Darling, if your stepmother went out of her way to make sure you didn't have a chance to go to the ball, is she really going to back down now? Have you learned nothing these past 14+ years.
We all know how the rest of the story goes: dress is torn apart by screaming stepsisters, and Cinderella cries in the garden. Then comes along the plump fairy godmother who gives her a dress that is 10x uglier than the pink one. And that's when Cinderella really loses it. That's when she stops being my favorite Disney Princess. If you walked into a huge ballroom and saw masses of people standing around, wouldn't you go join them? Or would you wander aimlessly in a dark corner with your hands in the air, not quite sure what to make of a pillar in front of you? Then the prince notices her and her ugly dress and the headband that hides her ears, and they dance for what seems like a very long time.
Oh, they walk the gardens, gaze into each others' eyes, sing (but don't really sing) to each other, and almost kiss. But they didn't take two seconds to stop and say, "So, what's you name again?"
Silly, silly, Cinderella. If it were up to me, Cinderella would have been smarter. She would have delivered the letter to Lady Tremaine during the music lesson, caught the news, then rushed upstairs with a plan: "Okay, little mice, make me a dress, kthanksbyeeee." Then she would've waited till her step-family left for the night, thrown on her pink dress, ridden the horse into the palace, and got in line to meet the Prince. When her name was called, she would've said, "Hi, Philip, I'm Cinderella. Let's dance all night. I don't have a curfew."
Then as she was glided by the crowds, she could've looked Lady Tremaine right in the eyes and flashed her the finger - the one with the diamond ring on it. "What now?"
But this is 2012. Not 1950. So we have to make the best with what we have.