thanksgiving is the worst idea ever.
not only does it misrepresent the friendship formed between Native Americans and the pilgrims, it also sets the scene for the most modern major family disagreements and awkward altercations outside of christmas eve.
the whole object of this holiday is supposedly to 'give thanks,' but more often than not, we spend our thursday squabbling over who gets the last of the dark meat, and whether or not tony romo is the worst quarterback in the history of the game.
we show up out of social obligation: who wants to be the family with nowhere to go on thanksgiving? but truth be told, most of us dread those moments with the distant cousin(?) whose name you can't seem to remember.. or the creepy uncle with food in his teeth that doesn't seem to understand your lady lumps are not for his viewing pleasure.
this isn't to say that it wasn't devised with good intentions. surely any occasion where such gluttony and waste is celebrated and the true history of our nation's forefathers is overlooked is one i can get on board with (amurikuh), but when you stir-in familial discontent and bitter rivalries, you're asking for trouble.
in the meantime, i'll take seconds on the stuffing, pass on the ambrosia salad, and snub the pumpkin pie altogether. really, who even likes pumpkin pie?
not only does it misrepresent the friendship formed between Native Americans and the pilgrims, it also sets the scene for the most modern major family disagreements and awkward altercations outside of christmas eve.
the whole object of this holiday is supposedly to 'give thanks,' but more often than not, we spend our thursday squabbling over who gets the last of the dark meat, and whether or not tony romo is the worst quarterback in the history of the game.
we show up out of social obligation: who wants to be the family with nowhere to go on thanksgiving? but truth be told, most of us dread those moments with the distant cousin(?) whose name you can't seem to remember.. or the creepy uncle with food in his teeth that doesn't seem to understand your lady lumps are not for his viewing pleasure. the holiday is plainly a recipe for disaster. you just can't expect twenty-plus over-fed, over-drunk, relatives of varied social class, political party, and football allegiances to break bread with pleasant results. its not only naive, its silly.
this isn't to say that it wasn't devised with good intentions. surely any occasion where such gluttony and waste is celebrated and the true history of our nation's forefathers is overlooked is one i can get on board with (amurikuh), but when you stir-in familial discontent and bitter rivalries, you're asking for trouble.
in the meantime, i'll take seconds on the stuffing, pass on the ambrosia salad, and snub the pumpkin pie altogether. really, who even likes pumpkin pie?
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