no, not this again! this year’s helliday season has the traditional american charge to the shopping malls now infecting the brits with a cultural contagion.
whatever should we expect next?
at least there are the sparkling lights and decorations that evoke festivity — with the glaring and notable exception of those yard inflatables. can we make those illegal.. please?!
ah, but no, the country is too busy murdering poor people (directly or otherwise) although i did hear one bright suggestion — make food donations tax deductible. it’s prodding the wrong end of the problem, but insisting on jobs that provide living wages with paths to advancement..uh, makes too much sense.
that’s the country’s axiom → if it’s logical, by all means refrain from enacting it.!
speaking of refrains and the strains of holiday carols, about the only remotely tolerable ones left are john mellencamp’s version of ‘i saw mommy kissing santa claus,’ and 1980’s musician billy squier’s, ‘christmas is the time to say i love you.’
lest we forget → anytime is the time to say i love you.
but the helliday xmas’s open season on us has other plans besides loving feelings, which is evident by a december calendar imploding from the weight of too much input. it’s difficult to not be irked when we’re nowhere near the finish line of our own get-it-done lists!
usually one can find a spot of cheer in the comic section for a diversion, but today’s dilbert had me itching to throw him in a tub of calamine lotion for the duration of the season. ye ngods! the only festivities worth partaking in are the ones with good food (i.e. nothing that contains gelatin and/or artificial whip topping), music, and dancing.
on that note, i hope people are pulling on their glittery party-wear and shaking it around on the dance floor; let’s see mommy booty quaking santa claus!
what else?
between wrapping gifts for spoiled humans and feeling uneasy about the implications of the food pantry donation requests (there are cute, smiling caucasian children adorning the envelopes instead of scraggly, shuffling old homeless men), i wonder if it all says something unpleasant about our reasons for the season? and yes, i know there are hungry cute children — it’s the adverts i’m peering at, which i’ll continue to do after the temporary blindness from all the jewelry billboards with diamond rings, pendants, and bracelets wears off!
there was a shining star last month though — tim krieder’s ‘is monogamy insane?’ article in mensjournal.com. yes, yes it is insane! if you don’t believe me, ask the divorce rate.
we’ll probably have to wait another millennium or two in order to hear this kind of refreshing journalistic honesty. {note to mr krieder: no, dancing’s purpose is decidedly not to make men do infinitely embarrassing and buffoonish things for women; dancing is fun! (for the evolutionary aspect of presenting male vigor, see betsy prioleau’s book, ‘swoon.’) so put your keyboard down and go try it some more! otherwise, you can see if there’s room in dilbert’s calamine lotion hot tub in the corner. i suppose there’s nothing wrong with dreaming of a pink, antiseptic xmas!}
in the meantime, why not allow the grinch to steal xmas*.. there isn’t much left of it anyway!
*exceptions made for all the kiddies, always.
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