You are now free to move about the cabin. The singing, however ...

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Column by Michael Andor Brodeur

On one hand, I get it. For I, too, was once a child full of song. Some might even say overflowing. So when my TikTok feed offered me the viral clip of Delta Girl, or Moana Girl, or whatever nickname we’ve settled on, six days out from the incident — i.e. young girl delivers an unsolicited intercom performance of “How Far I’ll Go” to passengers on delayed plane — I found myself circling the proverbial emotional airport. It was, objectively, precious. Subscribe for unlimited access to The Post You can cancel anytime. Subscribe

On the other hand, I don’t get it. For I, too, have been an inconvenienced passenger, trapped aloft and longing only for a safe landing for everyone aboard in the near future, and the sweet si