Someone once told me I had no soul because I hate Disney.
The princesses, the glitter, the pirates, the commercialization, the World, the Land, the whole shebang. I have never liked Disney, even as a child, and I must say that when the idea of bearing children came into my world, my biggest fear (after third degree tearing) was enduring Disney.
I don’t want to get all hyper-feminist, super-political here, but the gender roles perpetuated by this heinous corporation makes my blood boil. I hate the idea of little girls growing up thinking they’re princesses, waiting for their prince charming. And this whole “get it now before it goes back in the vault” movie marketing scheme makes me scream. As if we won’t see the same schtick for Fantasia in five years.
I know that I will never have to shell out thousands of dollars to bring my kids to Disney, only to spend the whole time giving myself and aneurysm trying not to scream. I will never pose with some skid in a Pluto costume, pretending to be excited. Nor will I have to traipse around a manufactured hell in deadly heat, waiting in line for a picture with a CGI Tinkerbell. A child-free, Disney-free life is good, indeed. And for the record, I do have a soul.

Well said. I completely agree with you-Disney is pathetic. I do have kids and have no intention of exposing them to such garbage. If my daughter thinks she is a princess, I'll feel like I totally failed as a parent. Doesn't the Disney Cruise look like a creepy nightmare?
ReplyDeleteGoing on a Disney cruise would be my undoing. I would voluntarily go missing at sea.
ReplyDeleteAgree completely. And if by some miracle I do someday have kids, I agree with Jane.
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