The Christmas “season” brings out all of my rage and bitterness. If I have to hear one more badly produced insipid religious song being played in order that I buy more crap I will destroy the entire mall with the power of my mind. (It’s the only power I have left.) I have nothing against Christmas itself, or adorable felted birds, but I fucking hate the powers of cliche that rise to destroy us all during this “season.”
1. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Bullshit. Do you remember summer, when we could eat outside and spent long hours porch-settin’, hanging out with our friends/children/nephews, and the sun set at 9? Me too.
2. The ad campaign of a local jewelry store is something like “helping you do it right”.
Fuck you. Women don’t need to be surprised by a ring over the holidays. Men possibly are capable of having taste and buying their own fucking jewelry. One of my male coworkers told me that he had no fashion sense, and I swear it’s because, as a boy, he was never encouraged to. He wears clothes/colors that look fine on him. That’s what fashion sense is. Men can dress themselves and/or buy jewelry for the women in their lives, should they have any. My father used to buy my mother beautiful jewelry. DP chose his own wedding ring. And damn it, if it wasn’t me who asked him to marry me. This is not because I was trying to “emasculate him,” but rather because he didn’t know I wanted to get married (I was pretty anti-marriage) and I am not the kind of person to drop hints.
3. I hate how marketing drives us to overcompensate out of a sense of fear.
You’re doing it wrong. You’re going to get it wrong. Your kids will hate you. They will be scarred for life. I’m calling bullshit yet again.
What pisses you off?