I’ve wanted to be a mermaid since first grade, when I put The Little Mermaid on replay and begged my parents to let me go to Disneyland. (Unfortunately I still haven’t been. There are no Disneylands where I live.) So when I discovered an article about hiring teenagers to be mermaids all day, I knew I had to share it with you guys.
Edie: “Being a professional mermaid for Walt was nothing to take lightly. The Productions Department measured us from hip to toe for neoprene tails, complete with large flukes, and green starfish bras. We were taught to slither into the Submarine Lagoon from a hidden chamber and dolphin kick underwater to magically surface in the center of the pool. There we sat on a rock and untangled our hair with immense blue and yellow plastic combs, and plucked ersatz lyres.We worked in shifts of two, and traded off hourly.
Each time a submarine passed, we dove underwater to frolic about, hang upside down by spinning our tails, and to wave at curious faces plastered against the portholes. With practice we learned to smile without emitting bubble screens that would distort our faces into repulsive creatures from the deep. For all this we were paid $1.85 an hour - a whopping net of $59.55 each week.Each weekend flotillas of sailors in dress whites draped over the handrails around the Lagoon, ogling with off-duty exuberance. They rolled quarters inside dollar bills and tossed them into the lagoon for us to retrieve,a lucrative bonus to our income.One young hero flung himself into the water and swam to our rock. He basked between us,waving to his howling buddies, until Security retrieved him.One of the Monorail conductors told me of a conversation he’d had with an elderly lady:
“Are they real?” she asked.
“Oh yes.” He replied, assuming she thought we might be robots.
She sighed in amazement and said,“I wonder where they found them … probably the Sargasso Sea.”——————————————————————————————————Butterfly kisses and lotsa glitter,Jenny c: