Disney apparel and accessories on adult women
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Anonymous
This, unless you work with children and you're wearing it to bond with them and help them feel comfortable, i.e. a pediatrician wearing Disney socks. I don't care that much, but an attorney wearing a dress with Minnie Mouse on it just seems weird and stunted to me. Like someone I wouldn't leave my kids alone with. |
Anonymous
That's really sweet and very different from a grown up choosing to purchase Disney clothing for themselves. |
Anonymous
LOL. DCUM is like the definition of cheugy. Sit down. |
Anonymous
Yeah, sorry, we are all cheugy for being here. |
Anonymous
Agreed but no one is going to know whether I purchased it or my kid did. I’ll admit, it’s slightly embarrassing wearing it even though it was given with love. |
Anonymous
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I used to think it was trashy and for losers in middle America who didn’t have good taste in vacation destinations.
Now, I realize I was being a classist judgmental jerk. I’ve never been to Disney but I’m not going to throw stones from a glass house. |
Anonymous
| I’m not a fan of anything overtly branded. |
Anonymous
| My answer to this is the same as so many other questions about what other adults choose to do... why do you care? I will never understand why you care enough to label them good or bad. I don't care what other adult women wear. I care about what I wear. |
Anonymous
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Don't care.
It is weird how it's socially acceptable for moms to drink themselves to oblivion but not acceptable to wear cartoons on your shirts. |
Anonymous
Wine moms are way more cheugy than Disney moms. |
Anonymous
| A t shirt, fine. The ears at giant? Emotionally stunted |
Anonymous
| I don’t really get people that are obsessed with one particular brand to the point that it becomes a part of their personality. |
Anonymous
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Oh, this has struck such a chord with me! As a rule, I try to refrain from judging other people with regard to how they spend their money or decorate their bodies. I know it's none of my business. I've been traumatized by Disney adults, however, so this thread has touched a nerve. My reaction and revulsion is immediate and involuntary.
There were two women employed in the office where I worked - best friends who were joined at the hip. Lucky me; I not only worked with them, they lived together in my apartment building! There was no escaping them. They were loud, obnoxious, judgemental Karens who bullied everyone around them. They wore Disney sweats and sneakers around their house. They dressed as Cinderella and Snow White on Halloween. In their living room (into which I had an unfortunate view from my front door), they had Disney posters and prints on every wall. Their throw pillows and curtains were Disney. I even knew their bed linens were Disney (I overheard them ordering sheet sets at work). They blasted the animated movies so loudly at all hours of the day and night that I could hear them in my own apartment. All the tenants complained about it. In addition to their loungewear, their accessories were Disney: besides the requisite Mickey Mouse watches, every last scrap of their jewelry was Disney-themed. They carried those horrid Loungefly backpacks with goggle-eyed princesses and evil queens plastered all over them. At the office, they wore Dooney and Burke bags with Disney print and traveled with Vera Bradley duffels emblazoned with Bambi and that stupid mermaid. Their desks looked as though Disney had vomited all over them. Their pens were Disney. Their pen cups were Disney. Their coffee cups were Disney. Their work ID lanyards were Disney. Their personal planner/agenda books were Disney. They had Sleeping Beauty castle-shaped back supports for their chairs. They had Disney kitsch overflowing from every available surface. They played Disney movie soundtracks on their computers JUST loudly enough for everyone's ears to be infected by it. They spent their lunch hours celebrating the attributes of their favorite princes (they had favorite princes!) and comparing their colleagues to various villains. They never failed to vacation together (ALWAYS Disneyland, Disneyworld, or a Disney cruise). Then they foisted truckloads of photos and hours of video upon the rest of us in the office. None of this would have been quite so offensive if they hadn't force-fed it to everyone they came into contact with. They were abrasive and quick to take offense, holding deep grudges if a captive audience member didn't immediately show enough interest in every mention of The Mouse. They actively tried to recruit people into their cartoon cult and retaliated by sabotaging work assignments when no one took the bait. It got to the point that not a single team member would work with them, and the company suffered. Finally, FINALLY, they were let go. We had a party in the office and passed out mousetraps as door prizes when they left. They relocated not long after that; probably to Florida. I hope their paraphernalia collections were eaten by alligators. Honestly, someone should have staged an intervention. It would have provided relief to so many. |
Anonymous
| Creepy. And weird. |
Anonymous
+2 It looks better on young women, though. |