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Call this one “Sympathy for ‘the Karen*'”
This morning, I helped cover the Rise of the Resistance’s Opening Day at Disneyland in California. I watched from my home in Tampa as every regular boarding group was completely full in less than a minute, and over 100 regular and backup groups filled up in less than two. I stood by writing as my editor on-site reported group after group cheering as they secured their place in line. And I thought about the other people who weren’t so lucky.
At first, the thought of someone standing in the central hub of Disneyland failing to score a boarding group as other cheered around him brought me back to a tree stand in northwest Pennsylvania two days after Thanksgiving, the deerless landscape that lay before me and the echoes of faraway gunshots that filled the air. Like the cheers in Disneyland, they were tell-tale signs that someone’s “opening day” was a lot more fortuitous than mine.
Then my mind raced back into the park to something, arguably, more relevant. I thought about the parents in that crowd with their kids. I imagined myself as a dad with two little kids. Despite having warned them not to get their hopes up, despite telling them it was no guarantee that we’d get a spot, I had to look down at my little Luke and Leia and tell them that I failed. Meanwhile, a group of Comicon cliches in their late 20s and a group of college students celebrated their success right next to us.
Yes, I am a childless millennial. Yes, I go to Disney parks with my older family and friends all the time. I think there is nothing wrong with it. But the thought of parents having to tell their kids they did not get in still made me mad. I knew these people didn’t butt me and my kids out intentionally, but I couldn’t help it.
A Far More Significant a Loss Than a Mickey Pretzel
The virtual queue situation is obviously far more significant than the lost mickey pretzel that caused the “Karen” to erupt against childless millennials. But, I understand what she was trying to say. In the case of the Rise of the Resistance opening, parents have to tell their kids far more than just “we can’t do the ride today.” They have to tell their kids that they can’t make those real memories today. They have to tell their kids that they did all the work for nothing. And it was because a group of childless millennials refused to grow up and took up all the space.
Yes, I understand how the system works. I know that Disneyland is a place for everybody and that Rise of the Resistance is a ride of everybody. I know that parents should not promise their kids something they can’t guarantee.
No, I’m not advocating for a change in the system. But I would be lying if I said that to be a parent in the situation mentioned above wasn’t heartbreaking on some level. I don’t want anything to change except the luck of those parents who couldn’t deliver. All I’m saying is, I get it.
I just want to say:
I may not agree with you. I may think it was outright stupid and abhorrent the way you started the “childless millennial” debate over a frivolous pretzel.
But I get what you and all your supporters were trying to say.
A Childless Millennial.