Initially, I was horrified. An an environmentalist, activist, and general resister of all things commercial, I wondered why in g*d's name, with only one child (and a baby) in the family at the moment, would they bring seven adults to a children's theme park for a week of shiny, hyped, fancy neuroticism?
I was 95% sure that I was going to decide not to go on this trip. Everything in me was yelling not to go. I am at the finishing stages of my bachelor of science in environmental studies. I've listened to colleagues give presentations on environmental impact assessments of Disney's various "development" projects, which usually consists of introducing foreign plant species to a region, importing exotic animals from their native habitat (something that usually leads to the death of an entire groups of animals; that group being the one who is trying to defend their youngest family members from these strange white, two-legged creatures. This, and the fact that they are restricted in their new homes, eat when the captors decide it's tim
e to eat, and are surrounded by noisy, smelly human-things all day long).Other effects are the local degradation of ecosystems, the vast quantities of waste produced by tourists, the commercialization and commodification of "happiness", the questionable working conditions and code of ethics that employees endure, the toxic substances that leach into groundwater, the high cost of energy for running such a massive theme park, the fossil fuels used by consumers to get to the theme park, the delusional euphoria that it puts people in, the anthropomorphism of the animal kingdom and huge, blatant propaganda messaging and stereotyping... etcetera. Gee-rosssss.
After some discussion with some close friends, I decided, after all, to accept the lofty and generous gift form my in-laws and, *sigh*, go to Disney world.
My main reason for okaing this extravagance is mostly due to the fact that it's a great opportunity to spend time with my partner's family. They are, for the most part, really cool people whom I really like and enjoy spending time with. Another reason was prompted from my mom. She told me to remember my inner 4-year old, who would delight in the dawn of a new day, and walk around sighing and singing about how beautiful the day was.
I'll try to keep that in mind.





