You're at Disneyland. You've got a $19 churro in your hand. And you look up and see a grown woman skipping through the crowd, chasing Peter Pan, arms full of handmade gifts. The internet decided she was the crazy one. But when I actually pulled the thread, this stopped being a weird little Disney story and turned into something about grief, girlhood, gender, a writer from the early 1900s, and why we have spent over a hundred years romanticizing a boy who refuses to grow up. So get you a snack, get comfortable, second star to the right and straight on till we lose our whole minds. This is Investigation Chancla, where we're nosy, but nuanced. We don't just ask what happened. We ask what the hell is going on, and how the hell we got here. Support the channel in style:  ...