I promise to give a little seasonal yin…later. But now for the yang:
In prehistory, Xmas hoopla and madness didn’t start until the beginning of December. Then it migrated to right after Thanksgiving. The Macy’s parade would end with Saint Nick in a sleigh.
But now, well into the new millennium, you can’t begin the insanity too soon. I do believe there have already been weeks of Christmas ads and the fomenting of angst-ridden must-have-it-ness. I know there have been more than a few media-embellished bare knuckle brawls about getting the first big box bullshit present for a few dollars less. People have foregone their turkey dinners to wait in the grey pre-dawn light to get the discounts early, earlier, earliest.
Really? May I just say, what the fuck?
Are we infected as a culture beyond redemption? Is this the new American way? Brutality in the service of buying?
In all fairness, I must acknowledge that it’s really hard to resist. But try. Give it a go. Don’t just succumb like sheep (or a pea-brained bunch of partridges in pear trees).
The one un-ballyhooed factoid is that this is an ecumenical enterprise. It’s certainly not only Christians who are in the thrall of the rush to purchase at all costs. Jews have long jumped on the “let’s inject Hanukah with ersatz significance to match the mishigos of Christmas.” And now there’s hardly even a need for my people to pretend it’s about their holiday.
Christmas has become non-religious in these ways: Just buy. Don’t stop. Not till you’ve maxed-out every credit card. Your whining, glazed-eyed children (of all ages) will re-ignite your fervor should it die down for a moment. But MOOOOM. I really have to have a… Are you getting me a….? PLEEEEZE!!!!
Taking begging, beseeching, and brazenness to a new level, our offspring are the robotic byproduct of being bombarded by advertising and the mutual assured destruction of boundaries that repetition generates. The soul-catchers of the systemically interwoven greed merchants have accomplished their mission.
There is, additionally, a saccharine quality rampant across the land which is already making my teeth ache. Cutesy stories about animals and children and the best Christmas lights and the most heart-warming miracles. Okay. A little goes a long way. Let’s take a break. You know, give it a rest. Stop pumping us full of forced joyousness. Humans can actually feel authentic feelings, not just manufactured ones.
Am I the only one being adversely affected? Feeling like I want to embrace my inner meanness in compensation for being overloaded with the non-stop collision of bare-faced commercialism and fake love?