Here I am, skimming through the Reader, trying to figure out what I’m going to review for today’s assignment. Well, I suppose the title says it all, doesn’t it? Pictures are worth a thousand words, let’s insert some into this post to make a point, shall we?
Last Thanksgiving, I was chatting with a friend while I helped myself to a second serving of mashed potatoes. They were my own so of course, I liked them enough to get seconds. My plans for that day was to take a nap and get some more food while marathoning The Lord of the Rings for the rest of the day. Imagine my shock and confusion when she explained that she was going out into the masses that was Black Friday (which we all know starts on Thursday. -inward sigh-)
“Why would you do that?” I ask, completely content with a forthcoming slice of pumpkin pie. “I dunno, just to experience it. It’ll be fun.” she said. Fun? Fun?? Standing in line for hours on end amongst strangers that are basically scoping you out as their next target to trample on their way into the store is fun? I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t want to experience the real-life Hunger Games.
Why do people feel obligated to participate in Black Friday? In today’s society it’s like some sick coming-of-age ritual during the holiday season, which in reality, the entire existance of Black Friday is the opposite of what holidays are supposed to be about. Sure, the deals are pretty good, but I wouldn’t risk my well-being just for a discounted flat-screen tv. That’s what Cyber Monday is for. (Kidding.)
I suppose this is sounding negative; I’m not bashing people who go out to the stores to try and get good sales. Actually, I think you’re kind of brave. I wouldn’t have the guts to go out there and shop, risking the chance of going through all that ordeal for possibly coming home with no spoils. If I did, that might be for a social experiment. (Another time, another blog post.)
So while the warriors of holiday shopping are off in the early morning, catching the best deals, I’ll be here watching a hobbit trying to save Middle Earth with the help of his fellowship. Oh, and I’ll save you a piece of pumpkin pie. Maybe.