If you're feeling depressed about Michael Jackson's death, at least you can take comfort in the fact that I've derived a little bit of good from all the attention it has been getting in the last few days.
Finally, FINALLY I have resolved something that has confused me since I was three years old.
Why, I wondered, have I got this strange memory of Michael Jackson and C-3pO giving me a personal tour of the EPCOT Center?
My family went to Disney World when I was three, and I now realize that what actually happened was that we saw this short film there. Somehow that mess of a production got mixed up in my little brain, causing me to leave with the impression that MJ and 3PO were working as Disney docents. You can't really blame me. I think that film would be confusing to adults. And the Star Wars rip-offs are hilariously blatant (Can I call them rip-offs if it was produced by George Lucas?)
I feel a little sad to have my amusing misconception cleared up. Kind of like the day I realized that the water tower near my house actually isn't an awesome, exclusive Dairy Queen in the sky.
Maybe this isn't actually a little bit of good like I said earlier. Maybe poor old Michael Jackson's just taking another piece of my childhood to the grave with him.
Oh wow, now I've depressed myself.
Ahhh. That's better.
Greek Chorus of Feminist Shame.
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