With the recent flood of live-action remakes of Disney classics, it feels like there has been a Disney nostalgia in the air. I have cried actual tears in those velvet theatre seats as I watch my childhood princesses and heroes play out in spectacular full-screen glory and listen as the songs that soundtrack my childhood are brought to life again on the big screen.
My parents recently moved to Orlando, and on a recent visit to their new house, I went to Disney World with two friends who had never been before. We went to Magic Kingdom on the Fourth of July, when everybody else in the world decides it's a good idea to celebrate our freedom in a place that is acutely American: overpriced fast food, tempting and repulsive at the same time; assaulting displays of plush dolls and apparel screaming for purchase on every corner; and the subtle yet powerful message that you are the hero of the story (I’m a princess too!)
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