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I posted about “Pooh Sized” Disney World guests the other day, and I did it very cautiously. I didn’t want to offend heavy people, and I still don’t. But now that I think about it, my distaste for the word “pooh sized” and my shock over the immense number of obese people in Disney World is a fact that I shouldn’t be ashamed in admitting.
Listen, I love it when people celebrate their bodies and all that. But there is nothing cute about being morbidly obese. I am so glad that Disney accommodates people who are overweight (some parks don’t.) I want everyone to be able to ride Space Mountain and The Haunted Mansion. But let’s call it what it is. If you’re 5’5″ and weigh 200 pounds, you are obese. You might have high blood pressure or cholesterol, diabetes, heart disease, respiratory problems, gout, reproductive complications, bladder control issues, or psychological disorders or other serious conditions. That’s not cute, it’s scary.
Let me just start by saying that I am 100% in favor of letting kids express themselves with clothes. When Lauren was really little she wanted to wear dresses all the time, even playing outside; what did I care? Then she went through a stage that I found hard to define. Let’s just say that pink sweatpants paired with one of her dad’s t-shirts didn’t bother her at all (not even with her big, pink 80s glasses) nor did it me – she was happy. Of course now she asks me how I could have let her out of the house like that but I figure she’ll understand when she’s a mother. Letting a kid wear what they want is an easy way to throw them a bone and let them feel like they have control of something.
I love Disney, so if Lauren had wanted to dress like a Disney princess 24/7 I would probably have loved it. So why does the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique bother me so much?
My Overpriced Dinner at the California Grill
There is an underlying sentiment that runs insidiously through the hearts of many at Walt Disney World: children have more rights than adults at Disney World. Call me paranoid, but after years of observance I know it’s there. Parents think that two adults that are there without kids (like Lauren and me) shouldn’t be “stealing” magical opportunities from their kids. They think we should stand aside and acquiesce if asked to give up good seats, spots at parades and shows and kids should be given pretty much whatever they want. I’m OK with that; to a point.