American Priorities
Every year I am sure we have reached the peak of retail frenzy for the holidays. And every year, I am wrong. It gets worse. Given people’s behavior, you’d think Black Friday was an actual holiday wherein it is mandated that you spend money on crap you just don’t need.
I have actively refused to buy a single thing on Black Friday for at least 8 years if not longer. It’s obscene. With all truthfulness, I am finding I don’t want much this year. I’d like an iPhone 5 and an iPad Mini. Everything else I crave falls under the category of experiences. Theater tickets. Concert tickets. Fine dining. Bottles of outrageously expensive limited edition wine/champagne. Black winter truffles. A vacation that doesn’t take place in Los Angeles. But I don’t *need* any of it.
So, I’ve been hiding deep within the Vixen Cave, trying to avoid the mounting retail madness while cleaning and preparing for a very cozy Thanksgiving. __wolverine__ is busy getting our massive projection television fixed, as it started doing something weird a couple of days ago. We’ve spent the last few days streamlining our living space, something I’ve been wanting for a year now.
I refuse to be swept up in the tide of mainstream culture’s fucked priorities. It is the time of year to slow down, focus on people you love and enjoy simply existing.