Yet another scam
What the difference between Walt Disney and McDonalds?
The answer? McDonalds at least you get your moneys worth! Plus there’s always the option of going somewhere else? Or not going at all….
I have never before seen such a capitalist idea work to such an effect as the effect that Disneyland has on its customers. Once your in, theres no way out. You have to spend spend spend. There is no way to escape once your there. They don’t warn you in the leaftlet, that tickets are over priced, that only continental breakfasts are served for free, that in order to take a picture with even Goofy, you have to queue and pay; that there rides are as reliable as the Northern line, that the magic isn’t really magical unless your children are happy with a pen rather than a massive bean filled , made in China, Winnie in the Pooh that wont even fit in the car on the way home…everything made in China. Thats the American dream i guess
As you can see, I don’t really believe in happiness through material and corporate mind games. Another hippy story coming up ? Probably not. Its rather stating the obvious. Ranting about McDonalds, Starbucks and now Disneyworld isn’t anything new. So I wont tempt to try and imitate any PHD student or professor.
What was much better than the smiling and waving Mickey Mouse (who underneath MUST have been the most pissed off arrogant smelly – due to the sweat – French man). I cant stop but wonder whose job it is to put on those suits and get on a little paper boat to start waving and acting high in front of all those kids. Getting hugged and hugged. Maybe there is something nice of being liked by everyone. I can relate to that being a teacher in Japan. Oh yes! However they are wearing a donkeys head, or a bears head or a mouse head over their faces. I would like to imagine that they are cursing at every screaming child who tries to grab a piece of Mickey’s nose. “Merde you stupid !**!” To summarise, I have never seen so many screaming and crying children in one place as I have in the land of magic and happiness.
Take me to Paris. Take me to the suburbs of Paris. I choose to live there instead of the boring paved pavements of Londinium suburbs. The open cafes with views of the roundabout, with a fountain spurting out of the flowers in its centre, and whose surrounding roads are more like cobbled stones placed hand by hand to allow for the lovely sound of stone against heel. The tiny little citreons, little barely alive cars whose tops have been torn apart to allow the sun into the driving seat. The cold Stella with some peanuts and a view of a side street with the Patisserie, Boulangerie, outdoor busking with an old trumpet, all under the shade of the setting orangey sun with wisps of creamy clouds. There is nothing more relaxed than that.
The only problem is that Paris itself charges for its beauty…
The search continues
The answer? McDonalds at least you get your moneys worth! Plus there’s always the option of going somewhere else? Or not going at all….
I have never before seen such a capitalist idea work to such an effect as the effect that Disneyland has on its customers. Once your in, theres no way out. You have to spend spend spend. There is no way to escape once your there. They don’t warn you in the leaftlet, that tickets are over priced, that only continental breakfasts are served for free, that in order to take a picture with even Goofy, you have to queue and pay; that there rides are as reliable as the Northern line, that the magic isn’t really magical unless your children are happy with a pen rather than a massive bean filled , made in China, Winnie in the Pooh that wont even fit in the car on the way home…everything made in China. Thats the American dream i guess
As you can see, I don’t really believe in happiness through material and corporate mind games. Another hippy story coming up ? Probably not. Its rather stating the obvious. Ranting about McDonalds, Starbucks and now Disneyworld isn’t anything new. So I wont tempt to try and imitate any PHD student or professor.
What was much better than the smiling and waving Mickey Mouse (who underneath MUST have been the most pissed off arrogant smelly – due to the sweat – French man). I cant stop but wonder whose job it is to put on those suits and get on a little paper boat to start waving and acting high in front of all those kids. Getting hugged and hugged. Maybe there is something nice of being liked by everyone. I can relate to that being a teacher in Japan. Oh yes! However they are wearing a donkeys head, or a bears head or a mouse head over their faces. I would like to imagine that they are cursing at every screaming child who tries to grab a piece of Mickey’s nose. “Merde you stupid !**!” To summarise, I have never seen so many screaming and crying children in one place as I have in the land of magic and happiness.
Take me to Paris. Take me to the suburbs of Paris. I choose to live there instead of the boring paved pavements of Londinium suburbs. The open cafes with views of the roundabout, with a fountain spurting out of the flowers in its centre, and whose surrounding roads are more like cobbled stones placed hand by hand to allow for the lovely sound of stone against heel. The tiny little citreons, little barely alive cars whose tops have been torn apart to allow the sun into the driving seat. The cold Stella with some peanuts and a view of a side street with the Patisserie, Boulangerie, outdoor busking with an old trumpet, all under the shade of the setting orangey sun with wisps of creamy clouds. There is nothing more relaxed than that.
The only problem is that Paris itself charges for its beauty…
The search continues
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