When did Disney World turn into the United Nations? I used to think the Magic Kingdom was a whole different world, but that was because it was the land of make believe, fairy tales, and dreams come true. Now, after a trip with my family over Easter break, I’m pretty sure it’s literally a whole different world because the world has taken over the park. I heard more English on the “It’s a small world” ride than I did in the 14 million lines we were forced to wait in. We did manage to meet at least one English speaking family in a line. Of course, that family was from England.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got no problem with the current international flavor of the park. My family and I could have a good time at Disney even if Chip and Dale broke their code of silence and started speaking Swahili. Besides, the less peoplewho know how to say “fast pass,” the better it is for us. Disney World is still the greatest place on earth even if a passport and personal translator are more in demand than mouse ears.

The language barrier was not half as troubling as the current fashion trend for women. Apparently, cleavage is now part of the price of admission at Disney World. This might sound like a good thing to some, but let’s just say the people who have no business populating topless beaches (but always do) were the same people flipping and flopping through Fantasyland in disturbingly tight camis and tank tops this past weekend.

I’ve seen African tribal women dancing through the pages of National Geographic with more support. It was like air bags were going off every time we turned a corner, and, at the risk of getting a bit too descriptive, these were not the air bags of a 2010 Porsche. They were more like those of an old minivan that had seen one too many fender benders. I’m afraid my son may be scarred for life after one particular trip down Splash Mountain.

What ever happened to modesty? If Daisy Duck and Minnie Mouse can cover up, then is it too much to ask the other women in the park to put on T–shirts?

I’m certain the only jugs I planned to see in Disney World were the ones the Country Bears play in their little jamboree. Now, on our next trip to Orlando, I know I’ve got something more frightening than the Haunted Mansion and those giant turkey legs to worry about. Even Ariel, The Little Mermaid, leaves more to the imagination than some of these women and their camis…and she wears shells. I guess if Ariel looked more like Ursula then she might be sporting a tight cami, too.

I love Disney World, but it is changing. I could complain, but no one would understand me.