I "Woke" Up to a Disney Nightmare

 

Maybe we should have seen it coming. It hurts anyway.  You see, I loved everything Disney during my childhood and beyond.  I even made a few bucks as a kid painting the dogs from Lady and the Tramp for our annual church bazaar. For a time I dreamed of becoming an illustrator for Disney and might have had I gone on to study art.

As I was reflecting on those wonderful years it occurred to me that this shift to the woke culture at Disney may have been in the offing and we just didn't see it coming.

Did you know that there have been at least fifteen women of note who played Peter Pan?  Never mind that the smaller female stature made it easier to portray a boy.  

Here are some of the more recent ones whose names you might recognize: Jean Arthur, Veronica Lake,

Haley Mills, Mia Farrow, Sandy Duncan, Cathy Rigby, and Allison Williams, daughter of Brian Williams, late of MSNBC's anchor desk.

Just think, for hours and days at a time, these women all identified as a boy! Wowser.  Who knew? So be it.

To me, be it Orlando or any other Disney facility, they will not see one dime of my money until there are again ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.  Period. 

Why is it that less than 10 percent of our total population feel they have the right to try and make the rest of us bow to their outlandish and ridiculous demands?  And why do corporations do so?  Even collectively, they don't have the buying power to put a company like Disney out of business. Every day, ordinary families do, however.  Maybe they should all boycott Disneyland and Disney World until this inanity stops.

Considering a one-day ticket for 10 years old and up costs $109, how can a young family afford it anyway? Figure airfare, car rental, lodging, and meals, it's a bank breaker! Maybe you should break their bank, not yours! Just saying...

What Am I Missing Here?

This is a woman - just ask her

This is a woman yet she cannot define herself

 That certain men feel they are, at heart, women is one thing. That they go to the extent of having body parts added and removed to reinforce their feelings, well okay.  They're the ones who have to live with it. Hopefully, they are happy with their choice.

I covered the subject of them competing in sports with genetically true women in a previous post so I won't go there again.

Today, I'm concerned with those among us who are women not being able to define just what

 

that means. Have we become so enslaved to wokeism we can no longer speak the truth?

Actually, it is the everyday woman who is saying, that's not a woman, that's a man! Period. Discussion ended. I so admire them for their courage, but then I don't think they give a hoot about being canceled.  They're much too busy trying to live their lives and raise their families.

 

 It is disturbing that a woman, who is a woman, a supreme court nominee no less, cannot bring herself to describe just what a woman is. It seems to be if you can't make a decisive description of what you yourself are, in actuality, you have no business sitting on the Supreme Court. How are you going to make a decision on anything?

Funny, when I was a little girl, I was what was called a Tomboy. Mostly, I think, because most of the neighborhood kids were boys and that's with whom I played. I loved sports far more than baby dolls. I preferred blue jeans to frilly dresses. Yet somehow, I never thought of myself as a boy.  I know, I know. I just haven't been there.

What I do remember, though, is when I discovered boys as being something other than an irritant or a playmate. I also remember times when I deeply idolized older girls. There was no label for any of that at that age.  It was called discovering who I was and what life was all about. Confusion wasn't a consideration.  It was just me becoming myself. I didn't need to talk to teachers about it nor did they suggest I do something without telling my parents.  It would have been unheard of.

So I grew up from adolescence into a teen and onto adulthood. I am a woman. I am married to a man. We don't describe ourselves with pronouns any more than we do by race or religion. Neither do we fear being canceled. We are who we are and aren't afraid of offending anyone. I'd like that from the people we look to place in power.

Maybe it's time to revisit the old Helen Reddy hit from the '70s - I Am Woman - I am woman, hear me roar...

Don't remember it? Google it.