A review by supermersh
Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein

2.0

I saw this book at the library when I went there to pick up a different parenting book, and on impulse, grabbed this one as well because it seemed so relatable. And at first, it totally was.

However, it seems like this woman is addicted to being stressed out and overanalyzes everything. She is constantly bopping around in her search for answers/justification at the expense of her child, who, despite her best efforts, is really into typically "girlie" things. This doesn't sit well with her mom, and she frequently describes scenes such as this: her daughter will ask for a princess doll in the store, she will snap at her or make disparaging remarks about how princesses are dumb (I forget her exact phrasing). Then she feels guilty and buys the toy anyway. Talk about mixed messages.

This book had very little original ideas on the topic. I haven't even read much on the subject, but even I could see that. Many of the ideas are common musings that any parent in this situation has likely considered. It was easy to read and contained some interesting factoids pertaining to marketing, but other than that, this book is a total skipper.