Week 2: Mouse’O’Lanterns
First–this has nothing to do with my previous post. I’ll get to Toddlers and Tiaras later this week. And hoo boy–stay tuned for DRAMA.
Second–in addition to Nazis, rhinestones, and Adam Scott, I’ve taken to watching History Channel one-offs and destination television, of which there is much to be found on Netflix. I guess 43 minute examinations of witch lore doesn’t come with a very hefty rights fee. Anyway, today I found a special on Disney’s “Hidden Attractions” in Disneyland and the Magic Kingdom.
I know as a fairly liberal youth in the post-Fight Club era, I’m supposed to hate the whole Disney enterprise for their commercialism, their increasingly terrible filmmaking decisions and the fact that the whole is just kind of…creepy. And I do. I do hate all of this very much.
But I’ve got to say…there is something weirdly fascinating about the parks themselves. It’s like a religion, and the kingdoms are these plastic, pre-fab little meccas where their worshippers flock. And, also like a religion, it’s hard not to get sucked in. As I watched a segment on Disneyworld’s super-special holiday events, I found myself wondering whether or not it was too late to get down to Florida for Halloween this year.
I’ve never been one for the blood-and-guts, chainsaws-and-Leatherface, scare-the-living-hell out of you Halloween fare. I’m more the white sheet, pointy-hat, Trick-or-Treat in a mall type of girl. Ergo, I might be the only post-puberty human being on Earth who likes the idea of Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party. They throw up the green and purple lights all over the Magic Kingdom, toss a few comically lumpy bright orange jack-o-lanterns in the grass, dance around in the streets, eat candy and ride the spinning teacups into the night. Now that’s my idea of a happy Halloween.
And then they tell me that that Disneyworld and Disneyland ban alcohol. Game over. Stupid family values….they ruin everything.