Hey guys! I’m back! Finally! After a 7 hour car drive down there with my family, 3 days spent in the parks, one night at the pool, 10 very expensive meals consumed, too much money wasted on souvenirs, 1 bumpy (yet short) early morning flight back, MY VACATION IS OVER! And some how, by some miracle, I survived. Whew.

It seems that the trolls have been kept at bay, and some…well….lively conversation has been going on since I have been gone. I hope nothing too crazy has happened on the blogsphere in the past week!

Anyway, I think I learned (or at least observed) a lot on my trip. I have come back with a gift for you all: my infinite (ha!) wisdom on the subject of Disney World and…my strange, frustrating family. (I love them though….promise.)

  1. Disney sure does love it’s kitschy, racist representations! Ah, the good old Jungle Cruise in Magic Kingdom…invaded by animatronic cannibalistic natives (all varying shades of black and brown) meant to “scare” the droves of white folks. A ride I rather appreciate: “It’s a Small World” is quite the squeaky, sparkly “one world”  promotional display–and while I was glad to see both the African continent AND the Middle Eastern areas well represented, it was disheartening to see only ONE LONE AMERICAN INDIAN by himself AT THE VERY END OF THE RIDE tucked in the back corner, beating on a drum. Thanks, guys, I guess all the Aryan dolls exterminated the rest.  Also, my favorite place in all of Disney World, the World Showcase in EPCOT, sort of miffed me. Why are only 4 out of the 11 countries non-white? And finally–and this problem will be bandaged come 2009–NO PRINCESSES OF COLOR. Bring on Tiana!!
  2. My sister (or any white people for that matter) do not like their racist statements being called out. Has little to do with Disney world, but last night my family and I got into it because my little sister found out that her three roommates next semester are all (gasp!) black. WHITE PRIVILEGE ALERT!!!! Anyway, madness ensued. Don’t really want to go into detail.
  3. Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique: Marketing sexist beauty rituals to girls as young as three. I kid–sort of. I’d be a damned liar if I said the tiny girls trekking through the parks in their mini Belle and Cinderella (the most popular) gowns with their hair all done up and their faces a-shimmer were not an adorable site. It was also nice to see plenty of children of color partaking in the madness: I saw many a Black Snow White, Asian Ariels, and Latina Sleeping Beauties. At face value, this business is relatively harmless. But in conjunction with the whole Disney Princess franchise, it seems a bit harmful–girls being shown that their imagination should be limited to romance and pretty dresses. Oh, and the best way to make those dreams reality: SPEND OODLES OF MONEY!!!!! It’s like nearly a $200 service. Oh, and if boys want to partake…they get colored hair gel and confetti for a whopping $10. How…quaint.
  4. I really like Moroccan food. Oh, and frozen bananas, French chocolate cake, and McDonald’s chicken biscuit. By for shit’s sake, why is booze so damned expensive there?! When I need the drink the most, during a stressful family excursion, I WILL NOT shell out nine bucks for a margarita. End of that story.
  5. While at the American Adventure pavilion in Epcot, asking in a loud voice “Where’s the part about us exterminating the American Indians?” while the grand story of the founding of This Great Nation is being told will illicit dirty looks from the chaperons watching over their herd of visiting fifth graders. Ditto calling a street show of (supposedly) African limbo dancers being jeered on by gaping whiteys a modern-day minstrel show. Or shouting “Don’t people have better things to spend money on?” while not once, but twice, a plane sky-writes “Trust Jesus” and “Jesus Loves You” above the parks.

And that was about it. Oh, also being addressed as “Princess” repeatedly by the cast members SIMPLY because I was wearing (half ironically) a mini-tiara can feel pretty patronizing after a while. I am twenty-fucking-one, for chrissake. Also, it sucks when you forget your camera.

Other than that, I had a pretty good time.

Unfortunately, I have to take off again on Tuesday. This time to Raleigh, NC for Induction. I think I may have internets there. We shall see. Anyway, I’m off to respond to comments and to catch up on my feminist reading!