They don’t care about us.
I’ve written this many times before, but it bears repeating: Disney is a company that makes money by selling happiness. That‘s not the same as “Disney wants me, personally, to be happy.” But, it is very easy to conflate the two.
Inevitably, a long-term guest eventually encounters a situation when it is clear that Disney values something other than their personal happiness. The longer that takes, the worse the cognitive dissonance.
Sure it's not Disney, but family memories are family memories.
Exactly. This often comes up in the “should I pull my kids out of school” conversations. There’s a line of argument that goes like this: The only way we can afford to go is to go in September (or January, or whatever) when the kids are in school, and family memories are priceless, so we really don’t have a choice.
That’s true, they are priceless. But Disney is not the only way to do that, and family memories can be made in lots and lots of different ways. When the kids were growing up, we averaged about three weeks of vacation a year. At most one of those was a “Disney“ vacation. Some of the more memorable ones had nothing to do with the Mouse.
A Disney trip is both a right of passage and a class marker for a particular swath of the population, and that’s a different set of motivations. But, most people aren’t usually willing or able to own up to that—particularly the second part.
Odd. Maybe we’ve been to different Parises, because the one I’ve been to (many times) is fantastic. Eye of the beholder I guess. Maybe try the Orsay next time? I like that much better than the Louvre.
More seriously: part of this is that Disney provides a version of reality that is massaged and sanitized, and that can be very appealing. But it also means that those recreations often bear only a passing resemblance to the thing they are based on. For example, people gush over POFQ, but to me it is a faded, boring, and lifeless version of the real thing–easily my least favorite Moderate, and it is not close. Biergarten is fun, but none of my visits there have been nearly as memorable as the evening I spent in the Augustiner Biergarten in Munich, watching Bayern beat Valencia on PKs in the Champions League final. This is also why I have no particular interest in Aulani as a destination unto itself. If I’m going to fly across six time zones, I want to visit Hawaii, not Disney’s version of it.
That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy Disney’s ersatz take on reality. I do, and my credit card statements make that plain. But for me it is not a substitute for the real thing. Instead it’s a thing unto itself. And that’s true even though reality is messy and complicated. I’ve had my pocket picked in a German airport, ripped off by a cab driver playing fast and loose with the meter in Portugal, and was violently ill with food poisoning in Rome.
But, I don’t carry much of value in my wallet while I am traveling because I know pickpocketing can happen. I can live without the Euros the cab driver fleeced me for. And the bright side of being sick and holed up in a hotel room with a total of three TV stations I could understand—two of which being MTV Europe and CNN World (which repeats itself every 30 minutes)—was that I was forced to watch enough of the Tour de France on BBC Sport that I became a lifelong fan.
And yes, Japan is on my “gotta get there” list.