Nailed it! I finished National Blog Post Month, so suck it you bitch.
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My favorite book is The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck. I just fell in love with this story and the writing. I developed true empathy for Wang Lung and his family. It’s such a well-told piece of historical fiction; it’s one of the few books that actually made me cry. I went into mourning for some time after this I finished reading this book; I did not want it to end. Having said that, however, I believe the best book ever written is Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. Every individual should read this book and try to emulate Atticus Finch.
My second wish would be health for my children. Of course I wish this anyway, but money still outranks this wish because often we gain strength from our struggles and this wish feels too much like interfering with nature. Okay, I think I’m just justifying my money wish to myself right now.
So, what did we learn from this? World peace? Nah. I want to be rich and hot, bitches!
|We must buy all the things! Buy all the things!|
Despite not being able to drive the distance to be with family as she had to be ready for a seven am opening -- then a five am opening -- then a midnight opening -- at least she has been able to cook her own small feast for her immediately family. This year, however, she must be at the store overseeing sales on Thanksgiving Day itself. I don’t blame her employer for this decision, though. I blame the whole of society.
When did we decide that saving a few dollars is more important than building memories with our families? When did we place consumerism above companionship and camaraderie? With each passing year, it seems that more of our traditional values are tossed aside or burned up in fiery flames of greed. Perhaps I believe this simply because I am aging. Maybe it’s me that is changing, rather than the world about me. I don’t believe that one bit though.
While change is inevitable and can often be positive, this change was avoidable and is most certainly negative. The choice to open store doors on Thanksgiving is an ugly mutation of traditional American values. Who would rather be at a Best Buy pushing a cart through gathering crowds when she could be seated next to a warm fire with a glass of hard cider in one hand and her other hand holding onto her parent or partner? Who would rather storm his way through the sliding glass doors of Wal-Mart for a large screen TV when he could be cheering on his favorite team with his family? Aren't we suppose to be thankful for the blessings we already have instead of trying to acquire more, more, more?
I know not everyone has a perfect family, and most Thanksgiving memories don’t play out as they do in Butterball commercials or Lifetime movies. I have a grandmother that will complain about all the damn dishes piling up, and I have a drunken uncle that will make inappropriate jokes and curse in front of my young kids. Still, I would far rather have these moments than be tramping through crowded parking lots for a bargain. Money can’t buy the things that we should really treasure most in life -- family, friends, and laughter. I can’t buy back the sister I will be missing this Thanksgiving.
|That Furby is mine, bitch!|
I want my sister and my niece home to celebrate Thanksgiving and my daughter’s birthday, and that’s why I want you to reconsider what you most value in life. Is your emphasis in the right place? Should you be putting on your coat and picking up your purse, leaving your family in pursuit of a great bargain? Or, rather – maybe, just maybe -- should you stick around until the last piece of pumpkin pie? Should you stay and speak with your aging grandmother, even though she’s told the same stories repeatedly all afternoon? Should you eat, laugh, and be merry? That’s what I intend to do, and so my Thanksgiving wish is that you choose to make merry with your loved ones too. Choose connections with friends and family instead of surrounding yourself with strangers in crowded stores. If enough of us make that choice – maybe, just maybe -- we can restore what’s right and I can see my sister again.
|Trouble Kitty? Could be.|
When I first started this blog, most of what I wrote was also snarky, sarcastic, and comical. As the time has passed, this blog has progressed and changed too. In fact, some of my favorite posts aren’t satirical or obtuse with profanity. They’re sweet and sentimental. They talk about my love for my children, or my battles with bipolar disorder. Every word I write is genuine, and some of it is perfectly appropriate for all audiences. You see where I’m going here? The title just doesn’t make sense anymore -- and it’s simply too damn long. Therefore, I have been contemplating some new blog titles in my head. I record ten alternate titles here, and kindly ask for your genuine feedback.
|Not yet quite as crazy as Courtney Love|