Not Mickey.
"My desire to meet Mickey Mouse evaporated around the age of 8, when I asked my mother about this wonderful place called Disney World and she said, in effect, that she loved me very much, but that she would rather die of dysentery than take me to Florida to have her pocket picked by anthropomorphic vermin. I don't think I asked again. The chance of being struck dead by a mysterious disease has not sweetened the appeal of the park ...."
--Graeme Wood, The Atlantic
Wood has so many hilarious and sobering takes on Disney's concocted kingdom in the center of the pandemic, it's easily the weekend's Best Read.
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