It's finally after Thanksgiving and before Christmas. Just the time of the year to avoid the malls. Not because of the blatant commercialization of the holiday season: Hey look kids!! Let's pay 50 dollars for a blurry polaroid of you with Hannakah Harry or Kwanzaa Kinte!!! I grew up in the 80's, conspicuous consumption is all around us in the form of extra large houses and SUV's so we have more room to put our double sized double stuffed chairs which fit our double wide asses so nicely. To the The 500 dollar PDA's with 245 gigawhosisbytes of memory so you can store the names, addresses, phone numbers, e-mail address, favorite food, names of the pets and spouses, and shoe sizes of all the people who "you would love to get together with sometime, but you're going to be too busy entering the newest information into your NEW PDA and couldn't Possibly risk losing some information because you never know when you might want to get ahold of someone.
No, I'm used to this, I've dealt with it my entire life. I'm not even against the stores that start their Christmas sales in September or early October.
What truly bothers me about the holiday season is that the music sucks. Even worse than normal mall muzak. I'll take a lame piano and vioin duet of Wings "Live and let Die" over the umpteenth Neal Pert wannabe trying to put a disco beat to "Little drummer boy" anyday. Here comes santa claus here comes santa claus.. no here comes the fucking winter solstice, accept it, love it, but please don't write a damn song about it.
But the argument goes it's all happy music showing the joy of the season! Fuck happy, fuck joy and fuck you you overly happy hippy piece of shit. Show me Peace on earth and I'll join in the chorus, but until that day.. make mine Marvel!!
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