A little over a year ago, I was in Disneyland with my boyfriend. We had been dating for 2 months when I dropped the D-bomb and told him I wanted to visit Mickey that Summer. Luckily he was into the idea and not much later, we drove to Paris in order to meet all my favourite characters. And what a ride it was. I felt like a little girl again as I walked inside the castle and sang along to Let It Go during the Frozen Fun Parade. And it is not just the park that has a special place in my heart. I also still tear up when I see Disney films. I still cry every time Mufasa dies. I want a library as big as Belle’s. And I still think Hercules is the most underrated animation film there is.
And I am not the only one who feels this way about Disney. I am not the only one who felt like a 5-year old when Goofy waved at me. A lot of my friends who are also in their 20s or older and still enjoy the Disney phenomenon. Some of them visit the parks all the time. Others collect limited edition merchandise or wish they were Ariel. And some just dream away while watching the films.
I know why I still love Disney. Just like with going to concerts, it’s a way of escapism. Most of these fairy tales originally had very dark endings, but Disney made them happy. And while I’ve gone through a “DISNEY IS TOO JOYFUL” phase, I now appreciate the joy because in real life we don’t get happy endings that often. And sometimes I do think the original princesses are just chicks waiting for a man to take care of them, but the recent films have shown us that princesses can kick ass and don’t need a man (hello Frozen! Brave!). In general, I think it is nice to just put on a Disney film and not think about real life for a moment.