Labor Day
It’s September 1st, which, if you’re anything like me, means you’re probably trying to come up with a legitimate excuse to get out of Labor Day plans (so you can stay at home the entire extended weekend, playing video games, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch straight out of the box, and laying on the couch, half asleep, behind your boyfriend, for six or seven hours at a time).
“But Ryan,” you might ask, “isn’t that what you do every weekend?”
Well, yes, as a matter of fact, it is. It’s what I do most weeknights as well. But why mess with a system that works so well? Oh sure, Sanjit and I will make attempt to do something out of the ordinary for the weekend. We’ll talk about making the five or six block trek to the Milwaukee Art Museum; there’ll be some half-hearted suggestions of going to see a movie; perhaps one of us will mention the possibility of going to dinner. It doesn’t matter, though. Those suggestions are just good-intentioned nods at the traditional idea that one should do something special on special days. When all is said and done, we’ll never make it further than the coffee shop.
That’s just me, though. I don’t want to encourage too many other people to live in this manner. Unless most of you are out there consuming consumables, our economy will collapse and there’ll be no society for me to withdraw from. So, please, go spend, and while you’re out and about, drop by the suburbs and mention to every old white conservative you can find that, to adhere to their newly found radical ideology, they probably shouldn’t be celebrating such an unabashedly socialist holiday.