Now, I am not especially a Disney enthusiast. In fact, the last time I went (long before I had a kid), I had to be physically removed from what was then The Monsanto Hall of GMO Awesomeness, dragged away by my husband as I shouted that it was lies, all lies!
Still, this Fabricant piece really takes the mouse ears. The premise of the piece seems to be that Fabricant, as the benevolent self-sacrificing grandparent, agrees to take two young granddaughters to Disney World. And, aside from her disdain at finding children in the swimming pool, it turns out Disney World isn’t the complete sucking hell-hole of despair she thought it would be! You can get thousand-dollar-bottles of wine! And prix fixe dinners for $185!
But then again, what did I really expect from the grandmother of children who “know what capers are and who eat foie gras” — while the rest of us plebes need to “show children that there is more to dinner than chicken fingers and hot dogs.”
Well, congratulations, Florence. You’ve now made Disney World less appealing than ever, knowing it’ll now be filled with assholes like you.