Are you as baffled and biased about all the advertising as I am, seeing the early “Black Friday” sales, sales that start on Thanksgiving, or even as early as Wednesday? My gut reaction is to weep that such a day has become so corrupt and the antithesis of its original purpose: to give thanks for our blessings. Mind, I worked Black Fridays in retail and it leaves its mark, sometimes literally, depending on the sale. We used to watch the crowds lining up outside the glass doors and just shudder. The doors would open and the herd surged in. I distinctly remember jumping and ducking behind a counter for cover. P’shaw. Amateur hour now. Now it’s a fine art to get the best of deals and be able to really pull off some scoops. I get it. But couldn’t you have left Thanksgiving intact?
While we’re on that subject, Christmas decorations out and on sale before Halloween? Now, that one sets my blood boiling – who needs a costume? My jaw is gripped so tight, I could pass for a zombie right there and then.
Life is meant to be lived, experienced, not bought and sold. These holidays have purpose stretching back over 200 or 2000 years. Do you ever pause and wonder what happened?