She’s not a princess. She’s too cool for the crown.
Disney is (in)famous for turning sad stories around, but they took on a particularly challenging goal when they decided to keep Megara in the Hercules legend. First, she’s his wife. Second, she runs off with a satyr. Third, she poisons him with a cloak so he can’t chase after her.
Interestingly enough, the creators didn’t white-wash the whole character for their movie. She does have a sexy seductress manner about her, but, you wish, Phil! When she’s not performing for Hades, Meg shows a vulnerable hesitation about romance, and strikes some poses that remind me of seventh grade and my Newsies poster. Herc is not her first love, but he makes her feel like it. The movie shows us that love isn’t just singing in the woods, finding the right shoe, or a violin soundtrack, but love involves healing the past, forgiveness, and trust. Real love is about sacrificing what you want, for Meg, her freedom, and for Herc, phenomenal cosmic powers. (On second thought, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to encourage people to sacrifice their souls or chances at god-hood.)
Meg doesn’t make the official princess list (is there a consort of demi-gods list?), but she goes beyond them because she gives up her life for her man. She creates a new definition of heroine – not the girl who waits in the tower, and not the love interest who inspires the hero – Meg is the woman who makes history happen. She and Mulan should start a club.