I'm trying to understand what motivates an adult willfully spend 4 hours standing in a line to meet for a few brief moments a couple of 20 something female face characters that are imitating animated film characters. (And pretty poorly, those wigs are about the worst Disney hair pieces I've ever seen.)
And I am not speaking of the creepity that every so often those poor princesses have to endure, deriving a different type of pleasure by getting close to a princess for a moment of flirting and posing for a picture with them. That is a whole different type of guest.
I am always so uncomfortable having to witness those encounters.