The premise of Thanksgiving is nice. Very American. Lets drive to auntie Hazels house and gorge ourselves on perhaps one of the ugliest birds in the animal kingdom. Which argues the point that you dont have to be good looking to be popular. At least once a year. Its all the preparation and last minute stress around our national day of thanks that is amusing to me. Millions around the country freak out, because they are afraid they will pull a Rip Van Winkle and sleep through the appointed time to toss the old bird in the oven. And theres always that person who you invite to dinner, that you really dont want to be there. This person, usually an uncle or distant cousin, is either too loud, drinks too much or spends an inordinate amount of time chatting up the teenage girls in attendance. And at days end, when everyone has the top button undone and is feeling the warm and sleepy buzz from Turkey poisoning, they sit around watching a meaningless football game and and talk in shallow whispers, about the person not currently in the room, with the newest car. How dare they drive that here and show it off is the consensus. A few of the older males may even take to the back yard and toss around the pigskin, remembering their glory days back in junior high and bragging about who could throw the farthest or who could run the fastest. Its uniquely American, this Thanksgiving of ours. We bathe in excess, rant about success and generally forget about those in duress. Cant wait till next year! Gobble Gobble!!
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 12:10:21 +0000
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