My parents took us once when we were of ‘proper age’ (old enough to remember, not too old to find the stuff ‘teenager boring’). I hated it and its crowded glory, but could see how other might enjoy that type of thing.

OH man. I’m too afraid to. We discussed it for like four weeks in grad school and that was enough. What was the creepiest part?

It makes me happy that there are other people in the dark world of behind the curtain Disney with me. Most people just look at me like I’m crazy and how can I dislike the mouse.

Ahh, Celebration. Yes. But it was supposed to be weirder and more...eugenicsy.

The Ladies and I at work have a running joke amongst ourselves and the functional men we have (a small percentage of the lot, sadly), where when a guy does something we really just do not understand (which happens a lot, because we work with the public), we gesture at one of them and go ‘Explain it. Explain the man…

Whoa. Due to my hatred of it, I didn’t even realize it participated in historical myth making and reproduction too. I just blame it for the death of individual creativity and exploration.

After 8 years of having a mormon as a stand partner, and one really strange tour of a mormon temple, really rather tending to run away from them.

Don’t delve too deep into the near creepy planned utopia Walt was really wanting with Disneyworld.

I enjoy things Disney related—Winnie the Pooh has always been one of my favorites and you couldn’t pry me away from the Little Mermaid when I was a kiddo. But actually going to Disneyworld was like hell on earth for me as a kid, and my parents being my parents won’t cough up how they actually felt about spending the…

And people get weiiiiird when they are in lines and then things change. Add in questionable communication or end times and it just gets...bad. Anytime it happens at work, I try really hard to NOT end up as the point person because the people who seem so nice and calm suddenly become the incredible hulk smashy. And the…

I get into slightly conspiracy theory levels of hatred, so my version is a bit irrational.

Ah, the ‘I had kids but I REFUSE TO CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT HOW I LIVE MY LIFE’ approach to parenting.

I have a strange and irrational hatred of Walt Disney and DisneyWorld/Land and this kind of makes me giggle.

I have very specific desires if I had a TARDIS. None of which involve Montana.

They are completely separate from all the rest of body hair. I have thick hair that grows back immediately everywhere else.

Oh no! How dare we discuss things related to the article! Other fashion trends in 2007! We’re only allowed to discuss things absolutely directly quotable in the article! NOOOOOOOOOO we broke the rulllleeeessss

Oh man, did those too. But that was when I was about 105lbs soaking wet (oh anxiety ridden high school me...how unhealthy). Low riding anything isn’t happening anymore.

I know. It’s a mission now, because I feel like a generation of women dropped the ball on us. They knew. They knew that they don’t grow back but yet not a single soul told me during the early aughts thin brow trend ‘DON’T DO IT THEY WON’T COME BACK AND YOU’LL BRUSH THEM ON FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE’

Ok, here goes this warning I broadcast as often as possible when the super thin eye brow convo comes up:

He just got Mountbatten dominant genes with the Spencer red hair.