Open Letter to Disney Bounders

Dear Disneybounders,

I hate you all with the passionate fire of one thousand suns. You are the bane of my park going experience.
Another thing to hate about millenials. If you see me dressed in Bing Bong's clothing looking for attention while at Disneyland, please gently place a pillow over my head and help me go to the happy hunting ground, for I will surely have lost my mind. I am ashamed to be a human by your actions and activities. Also, stop taking selfies. You are worse than the strollers hitting my feet.

Sincerely,
CrazyCrocodilius the III, esquire.

Tl/dr clickbait "Millenials are ruining Disneyland"

 

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I've not had to experience the Disneybounders yet. (It's been awhile since our last park visit.) I get a little grouchy when I see giddy women knocking children to the wayside en route to a character meet and greet. I can only image one of them also trying to look like a character.

 

This:

A new day, a new Disneybound. The sea called me today and I am MOANA : disneybound

This is what inspired the post:

Our first Dapper Day as Bing Bong and Rainbow Unicorn. One of the best days I've ever spent at Disneyland. : Disneyland

Hey kids! Get off my lawn!

 

O.....................................k.

 

Update: I hate Disney bounders more each day.

 

Never enjoyed them much myself.

 

I'll just say right here that I'm kinda agnostic on this particular topic - it's not anything I'd ever do myself, but it seems basically harmless for those who enjoy it - but I'm always amazed how certain things... become things.

 

<-- Remembers all the comments people would make about how "trashy" modern guests looked compared to the pictures of guests from the early days of the park. Then people started dressing up and now that's obnoxious too.

 

Yup. Just be normal looking, don't try to draw attention to yourself, the park is the show. What would Walt think of this?
If they can self identify as looking like Bing Bong, I can self identify as the judge from Mr. Toad.
Guilty!

 

I think that it is harmless also. I must also say that I have seen a great deal of creativity and energy for the people who do this. I personally can't see a down side.

 

The only downside I see is the bounders stopping in the middle of walking traffic for multiple selfies. I agree some are very creative.

 

Anyone here do this?

 

No Disney-bounding, but I will say that when I was in elementary school, I wore lots of crew-necked sweatshirts, in ways that could be construed as "Trek-bounding." And I had an elementary school teacher whose taste in dresses kind of suggested what a ST-TOS uniform made to look good on an overweight, middle-aged woman (i.e., too old and the wrong build for miniskirts or asymmetrical plunging necklines) might look like.

 

No I don't, I feel like crazycroc said, "the Park is the show."
Now comicon, that is made for cosplay and I thoroughly enjoy that.

 

I'll wear my Disney Parks shirts while I'm on vacation, but I don't dress up. My guy tends to roll his eyes at the obvious bounders, but he seems to like the dress code on Dapper Day even though we don't participate.

 

I can't even imagine which character I would be....Aside from the obvious, Tweedle Dum, I think I'd go as Walt.
I have to confess though, my family did go so far as to wear matching Mickey t-shirts on one occasion. I'm sure we got some eye-rolls for that but we also received a few kind words. Mostly I don't think people thought much about it.

 

For one thing; I could never spend a day in dress shoes, especially heels.

 

Hmm. My leather-soled, Goodyear-welted Florsheims are my dress shoes, my work shoes, my organ-playing shoes*, my walking shoes, my weekend and vacation shoes, and (where necessary) even my running shoes. They are not, however, my climbing-on-the-roof shoes, even if I am in a crude safety harness.

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*Given that the protagonist in a complete-but-unpolished novel and several short stories I've written is a child prodigy organist who usually plays in whatever shoes she's wearing, I had a reason not to invest in a pair of Organmasters.