They construct their identities around their love of the mouse. These obsessives, pejoratively knowns as “Disney adults,” bankroll the entire operation. I understood why children loved Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck and Goofy and all the others, but I was confounded by the adults - some of them even seemed well-adjusted - who were obsessed with all things Disney. As a native Floridian, I’d grown up going to Disney. My girlfriend’s family was making the annual trek to the mouse’s kingdom, so, like a good boyfriend, I donned the Mickey Mouse ears - for the amusement of the young children in our party, I told myself - and stepped into Magic Kingdom on a sweltering Florida morning. In early June, through no fault of my own, I went to Disney World. More from this author Why Hispanics gave up on the Left
