Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a weird fixation with the Disney movie The Little Mermaid. Maybe it’s because I secretly feel like a fish out of water or maybe it’s because Ariel’s songs are perfectly in my register or maybe it’s because I’m fascinated with Ursula the Sea Witch.
You know, she’s the first fat villian who really has some power. The other fat girls in Disney movies are either fairy godmothers (who twitter a lot) or singing teapots. Up until Ursula, the female villians were all tall, angular women with pinched faces (Cruella DeVille; the Wicked StepMother in Snow White; the aunt with the Siamese cats in Lady and the Tramp; Maleficient, who is also awesome for rocking that head gear) and she ends up embodying ultimate power (and, you know, getting stabbed by a boat, but whatevs). In fact, I groove on Ursula so much that I spent the better part of 2006 trying to pull together an Ursula costume for Halloween (that fell apart at the 11th hour, so I went with the Hello Kitty costume I’m wearing in my picture on the sidebar instead).
I could wax philosophical about the psychology involved, about the transition of ideal body image over the decades, about how sexuality becomes twisted into the perception of evil (and apparently how Divine influenced the artist’s concept of Ursula… all things come back to Hairspray!) but what has really got my tentacles in a twist is now that they’ve brought a Disnified version of Little Mermaid to Broadway, we were finally going to get to see Ursula stomp around in real life, see those tentacles swish and the poor unfortunate souls cower at her power.
And sadly, the director didn’t even have the stones to let a fat chick to play a fat character. Apparently, the original actor, Emily Skinner, was canned because she was too fat. Her replacement? Not fat.
And that? There are no words.
(Thanks to Fatshionista for the head’s up)
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