I get the resistance to the masks. They’re ubiquitous up here in the Northeast, but personally, I hate everything about them.
I hate that my wife is wearing one when she steps out of the ICU to FaceTime her family “goodnight” because she has to stay later than expected tonight... again. I hate having to constantly remind my 8-year-old why we need to do this to help protect others in our community... despite how it makes it a little harder to breathe while biking. But what I especially hate is that these things somehow manages to separate us all societally more than the six feet we’re reminded to observe.
No one likes these things.
I’m sure on September 10, 2001, the idea being held up in long security lines prior to even entering the park, opening up your purses and coolers for strangers to handle your personal items, and raising your arms for a metal detecting wand would’ve elicited your fair share of indignant “Disney will have a hell of a time getting most Americans to...”
I am in no way equating 9/11 to COVID-19. It’s just interesting that the people that have politicized masks and view them as an affront to their personal liberties, are the same people handing over their bags to be rifled through by a stranger every single time they enter WDW. People adapt.
I hope Disney doesn’t need to go this route, but if they do, I’m sure most of us will respect it. We’ll wear our masks, we’ll try to smile through them while thanking the CMs for being there, and we’ll look forward to the day when we can reflect on this bizarre time as an historic experience that we were all fortunate enough to live through.