I went on a Disney Cruise when I was like 4. I went on another one just this past October, as both a family vacation and to celebrate my brother’s girlfriend’s birthday (she loves Disney, but she’s not a Disney adult).

There were six of us, and then a couple of her friends and their kids came so it ended up being a group of about 12. We split three staterooms, and went on a couple “excursions” when we made port. It was actually a pretty fun time. The food was amazing, there was a late-night soft serve machine, and the people were all incredibly nice.

In the back of my mind though, I couldn’t help but think about how awful this whole thing was in general. How much fuel was the ship burning, how many fish were we disturbing, look at these fat white people piling off the ship in the Bahamas. It was just always in the back of my mind, even when I tried to just enjoy things.