I won’t lie, I love Disney movies as much as the next person. When I’m sick, there’s nothing better than watching Alice in Wonderland. But there’s a fine line between enjoying the creations of Walt Disney and being OBSESSED with his imaginary world. I know a few girls who are literally obsessed with Disney. For instance, an acquaintance from high school’s dream proposal involves her man popping the question at Disney World. To her, there is nothing more romantic than having Minnie and Mickey watch her get her diamond sparkler. In fact, she won’t accept a proposal unless the Magic Kingdom is somewhere in her eyeline as it’s going on.
Another girl I know also has Disney fever. In fact, she saves up her money to make a twice-annual pilgrimage to Disney World each year. I’m saving my pennies to try to get to a beach in Costa Rica to fix my pasty white skin, but her idea of a good time is eating dinner with Cinderella.
Look, to each her own, but there’s just something somewhat unnerving about grown women who live and die by the tales of Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. What is the cause of this obsession? Is it a desire to get in touch with your childhood? Is the “princess” concept inviting to some women? Who knows. I can’t explain it. All I know is that it’s a little weird to me if you’re old enough to have children of your own, and yet you’re still trying to get Pluto to take a picture with you. It’s kind of like how I went to a child neurologist until I was 20 and finally one day he told me I had to go somewhere else. I was shocked and horrified. He’d known me since I was a kid. But as he explained that I was old enough to be the mother of his patients, I realized that my time was up. I needed to move on. I’m not saying you have to have a DVD (VHS?) burning party, but I’m saying that if you still have Winnie-the-Pooh sheets, I’m a little afraid of you.
Do you know someone with a Disney obsession? Do you have one yourself? Someone please explain to me the hype!