The war on Christmas has claimed its first casualty: Thanksgiving.
What was once the sacred time to enjoy family and be grateful for small and simple pleasures has now been replaced with strategic offerings on how to beat the Black Friday rush.
How did we get to this place? Well… it’s been here all along. I remember back when I was twenty-something enjoying the holiday with my family eating turkey, collard greens and sweet potato pie all while watching Detroit and Dallas football games.
At that time, my immediate family was small. So, when the stuffing and conversation wore off, I headed for the meat market known as The Pub. That was the moment I realized the war was beginning.
When I walked through the bar’s front door, all I saw was a full dance floor and aisles cluttered with people filled with libation talking sloppy and poetically stumbling. My first thought wasn’t the usual “What chick can I spit game to?” It was “Why are people working?”.
I’d thought this was time to enjoy your parents’ company and catch up with the siblings. But yet, here I was in a club hunting for women and a buzz.
It wasn’t Thanksgiving anymore.
Another Thanksgiving-ish battle I recall was inside my 1996 Pontiac Grand Am. My wife and I were planning to buy a big screen television for a recently purchased home.
In previous times, we would use Black Friday to take advantage of the gifts we wanted to grab for our loved ones. But not this year. We decided to be selfish and get some of the big ticket items for ourselves. In the midwestern part of the U.S., especially in November, it gets cold. Very Cold! On top of that stress, try having to get up three in the morning to beat any kind of rush to the big box appliance store.
The store, HHGregg, was open at 6 a.m. We “camped out” in the parking two hours prior. My car’s heat was something to be desired. It seemed more like two days while waiting. Finally, we got inside and grabbed our Hitachi 46″ that we still have to this day.
The only problem: It was too big for the car. We had to shell out extra dough for the delivery the following weekend. What made it so sick was the sales guy’s smirk.
I’ve moved lots of TVs and appliances… and THIS is not going into your car.
I hate smirking.
WHAT’S YOUR POINT, FREEZE?!?
The slow march to this new outrage is that we did it to ourselves. We are forever young, horny alcoholics that want the biggest, baddest, more gigabyte gadget cheaper and sooner than last year when we had to wait at midnight. After the turkey dinner, Thanksgiving is no more. It’s just November 28. Companies are taking notice and have taken the “holi” out of the day. While others blame Obama.
Wasn’t the overall purpose of Thanksgiving giving thanks? It’s been swallowed up whole and now a shopping day like the rest of days after it. We can debate about the true origins of Thanksgiving and how we arrived at the modern rendition of it, but the commercialization of Turkey Day is on the rise as we continually whistle pass the graveyard.
R.I.P Thanksgiving. You will be missed.
TURKEY ON A PIZZA PIZZA
One small whole-wheat pita
One-fourth cup marinara sauce
One green onion
Two tablespoons part-skim mozzarella cheese
Three (or six) turkey meatballs
Heat the oven to 475 degrees, wait six minutes, it’s done.*
*Not to be had on Thanksgiving.
LAST WEEK: 7-7
|THU, NOV 14||TIME (ET)|
|Indianapolis at Tennessee||8:25 PM||INDIANAPOLIS|
|SUN, NOV 17||TIME (ET)|
|NY Jets at Buffalo||1:00 PM||NEW YORK|
|Baltimore at Chicago||1:00 PM||CHICAGO|
|Cleveland at Cincinnati||1:00 PM||CINCINNATI|
|Washington at Philadelphia||1:00 PM||PHILADELPHIA|
|Detroit at Pittsburgh||1:00 PM||PITTSBURGH|
|Atlanta at Tampa Bay||1:00 PM||ATLANTA|
|Arizona at Jacksonville||1:00 PM||ARIZONA|
|Oakland at Houston||1:00 PM||HOUSTON|
|San Diego at Miami||4:05 PM||SAN DIEGO|
|San Francisco at New Orleans||4:25 PM||NEW ORLEANS|
|Green Bay at NY Giants||4:25 PM||GREEN BAY|
|Minnesota at Seattle||4:25 PM||SEATTLE|
|Kansas City at Denver||8:30 PM||KANSAS CITY|
|MON, NOV 18||TIME (ET)|
|New England at Carolina||8:30 PM||NEW ENGLAND|
|·Bye: Dallas, St. Louis|
You know what makes me happy?
Going 9-7. Having a winning start. Getting off on the good foot. Football is back and I’m ever so glad. I LOVE simple pleasures.
It was a very good day for that exact reason. Today, my friend Amy posted a link about reasons why you shouldn’t send your daughter to college. Needless to say, I was so shocked reading it that I began to read again. And again.
It was like Rebecca Black’s Friday. My anger turned into giddiness. It was a very fortunate moment that I was able to witness the most crackpot of a blog post ever. I can sit down with my kids and tell them about a time when someone shamelessly attempted to put women in their general place.
Bravo! 1950s man, Bravo!
Well, all this misogyny has gotten me hungry.
To my lovely friend who once shared a lunch table with me in high school, I will propose a dish that has NO MEAT.
White Sauce Pita Pizza
(1) small whole wheat pita
White sauce = 1/4 cup part-skim ricotta cheese + 1 teaspoon olive oil + 1/4 teaspoon dried basil or oregano
(1) sliced green onion
(1) tablespoon part-skim mozzarella cheese
(3) slices of tomato (for Shakespeare In The City) or 1 ounce of smoke salmon or 1/4 cup of precooked chicken (Personally, I never buy that because of the boatload of sodium. So, I bake it in the oven, then chop, chop, chop…)
Spread your white sauce evenly on the whole wheat pita. Top it with the aforementioned ingredients and put it in the oven (475 degrees) for about six-eight minutes. Then, DONE!
We are eating and laughing at the stupid guy from Fix The Family.
254 calories for my fish & chicken brethren and 231 calories for the professor at San Francisco State University. I hope she is happy now. I am.
Until next time…
MY PICKS (Sorry, dbmeow 😦 )
LAST WEEK: 9-7
Newsweek and The Daily Beast’s David Frum and Michael Tomasky debate immigration reform from the conservative and liberal perspectives. These two men are the last of a dying breed: level-headed political thinkers.
This is a musing from November 2010 about the results from the midterm elections.
We all love Election Day.
It’s the only time we can ACTUALLY keep score. The only day politics is a sport. There’s a running tally and a final score with all the analysis you can handle. At the end of the day, conservatives are taking their victory lap just as liberals did two years prior.
Today, conservatives will dream of long dominance and fantasize about limited government unless you’re a gay man or pregnant woman; or spending cuts unless we’re going to war and giving a tax cut to the richest two percent of our population.
Whether you think the aforementioned paragraph was off base or not, we both can agree the next 24 months will be interesting indeed. There is still a Democratic president and Senate that will have to work with a Republican House that has to show and prove with its new Tea Party-backed members.
A lot of the tea party principles will face major tests in the first two months of the new session; raising the debt ceiling, an actual attempt to bring a repeal of the Affordable Health Care Act to floor to name a few. At that point – if we are still paying attention – we will know who is real and who is fake.
Nonetheless, I’m excited because I get a daily diet of politics. But I’m in a very thin minority of the country. The rest of the country is wondering why Bristol Palin is nearing the semifinals of Dancing with the Stars and patiently waiting for American Idol in January. If they’re not paying attention (and unemployed or underemployed as well), they’d probably wondered why Obama didn’t make all the bad things go away yet.
For them, this is not so much a game as it is another reality show. Yesterday, that person just noticed everything we’d been talking about for the last 18 months and decided to punish whomever was in charge. Then, he and she “voted Boccieri and Strickland off the island.”
Yes, conservatives are running wild chanting “We Won,” but there was never a “we” or a “them” to begin with. The problem with that fallacy is it’s only “we” vs. “them” until we become “them.” And we are all one catastrophic event away from being a “them.”
That’s the difference between politics and sports. There is a zero sum winner and a loser in sports. And us fans go about our lives afterward. In politics, we have this one day that we can get into the game. But there are no winners and losers, just consequences. And sadly, today is the day after and it’s not a game. This is real life.