This sunset was so Disney-esque I almost wondered if it was real.
This past weekend, Steve and I went to DisneyWorld. His company was recently bought by another company that gives its employees an annual trip to Disney, so even though I had no particular desire to go there, I figured I might as well because it was free.
Well, I won’t be doing that again. There were a few things I enjoyed–like spending half a day bumming around the pool at our resort–but I just couldn’t shake the saccharine, sanitized, scripted soullessness of it all. The aggressive cheerfulness. The lack of any opportunity for the surprises and serendipities of travel. The constant insistence that this was “the most magical place on earth.” (Pro tip: places that are truly magical don’t need to announce it every five minutes.)
And worst of all: the bland, fake, horrifically depressing caricatures of places I love. Ironically enough, we stayed in a “New England-style” “beach” resort–whose “beach” was a thin strip of perfectly-raked sand, in which was planted a “No Swimming” sign, along the edge of a man-made lake.
The view from our balcony
From restaurants named “Martha’s Vineyard” and “The Cape May Café” to nautical décor, the resort tried hard to imitate the beach towns of my childhood summers–and succeeded only in inspiring a queasy mix of attraction, revulsion and homesickness. I kept thinking, “This is so pretty! But it’s a soulless cartoonified version of everything I love! But it’s so pretty!” and my head would spin.
The worst part was the “boardwalk” connecting our resort to another resort: a veritable Potemkin Atlantic City. There’s something uniquely disheartening about strolling the wide, non-splintery planks of a spirit-less boardwalk on an artificial beach. Continue reading
Tomorrow is my 29th birthday! 😀 I celebrated over the weekend with my traditional combination of beach-going, dinner, and an evening party. I’m putting the pictures a bit out of order (dinner, beach, then party) because this amazing dress needs to be at the beginning of the post.
Dress: Dots via a fatshion blogger who was selling some of her clothes, shoes: Clarks, fascinator: birthday present from Steve’s mom :), necklace, large ring, and rhinestone wristband: So Good, silver glitter bangle: clothing swap, rhinestone bracelet: Deb, small ring: ASOS, earrings: Artifaktori (which has since closed)
Because adults are not the only people with style.
Fat beach love!
It’s pretty awesome how much fat beach-going is taking place this summer here in Boston.
Unfortunately, I didn’t end up making it to Marfmellow and Lotsalipstick’s Body Posi Beach Day a few weeks ago (and it looks like they had so much fun! I’m sad I missed it), and I won’t be able to make it to The Big Thrifty’s Not So Little Mermaids beach event next weekend either, as I will be attending a friend’s wedding. But this weekend will be my Fab Fatty Frolic at Revere Beach!
-Saturday, August 3rd, 1:00 – 5:00 p.m.
-Revere Beach, near the bathrooms (near the Revere Beach T stop)
-I will have a pink Hello Kitty blanket
-All fatties and friends welcome!
–Facebook event page
I hope to see you there! And if you’re free the week after, check out Not So Little Mermaids as well.
Sorry about the lack of a Friday Links post this week! I’ve got lots of great links saved up, but I haven’t had the chance to compile them into a post.
The last few days have been a veritable whirlwind of (mostly impromptu) adventures, which I’ll tell you more about soon. I’ve got all sorts of exciting stuff in the works, and I’m exhausted.
In the meantime, enjoy this medley of 18 songs from around the world:
On Sunday, my boyfriend and I went to Figment Boston, a non-commercial art festival modeled on Burning Man. I had fun dressing up for the occasion in my favorite rainbow tutu and “fat” necklace.