When I was a little girl, I loved The Little Mermaid more than anything. ANYTHING. In the context of my adult feminist understandings, I realize how problematic the whole Disney "princess effect" is for little girls' self esteem, their comprehension of gender roles, and their internalization of negative gender stereotypes.
I mean, the moral of The Little Mermaid is essentially to alter yourself physically and leave your entire life behind for your man. Whatever, I was, like, 8 years old, and I just wanted to be a mermaid with a magical voice.
I know I should hate Disney, but I don't. Still, as an adult, I'm basically Daria, with very little patience for most things, other people chief among them, and other people's children chief among THAT. But when my friend decided she wanted to go to Disney World for her bachelorette party, I was into it. I like rides! I've never been to the Magic Kingdom! I was also supremely relieved my friend spared me the indignity of sucking terrible candy-flavored booze out of penis straws at some basic bitch club surrounded by squealing Woo-Girls. Which isn't to say there wasn't some light "woo-ing" going on, but it was done with the wink-wink irony of knowing we aren't REALLY Woo-Girls. So, you know: context.