hop in a pool suspended five stories above another pool on the deck of a ship that looks like the result of a mad scientist hybridizing the genes of an airport duty free terminal, a private athletic club, a five-over-one and the Evergreen Ever Given (with just a splash of Six Flags for flavor)
So much this. One thing higher-end/older types do not fuck around with is their vacation (I caution saying white or blue collar since the swath of cruise-goers straddles both). Yet, how do you appeal to xenophobic shitheads who only want to eat, drink, gamble, speak and hear only English and pretend to go somewhere exotic with no risk of running into the wrong kind of tan person?
Almost everyone I know over 50 either goes on cruises, or wants to go on cruises.