Two years ago, on a visit to the happiest place on earth, I wore a sundress, sandals, and not much else. My husband and two daughters and large extended family were with me. This was long before the ongoing, multistate measles outbreak linked to the theme park. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has so far confirmed 125 measles cases linked to Disneyland. We were there because my parents were paying, which is the best way to cling to my liberal bohemian righteousness while being quietly moved to tears by the robot theater magic of Pirates of the Caribbean…

