“We can stand here like the French, or we can do something about it.” – Marge Simpson
Okay, I used this last year. But, really, fizzy toots is a holiday classic.
(repost today, family time, etc.)
Thanksgiving morning I was in bed, in that half-slumber that I slip into when there’s no danger that I have to go to work. The Mrs. stirred next to me.
When’s the turkey going to be done?”
John Wilder: “Yeah, babe, when is the turkey going to be done?”
The Mrs.: No, I mean it. I have some other things I need to cook. When will the turkey be done?”
John Wilder: “Ohhhhh, I haven’t put it in the oven yet. I thought, as much as you were making six other dishes, that you were gonna do the turkey, too.”
This was, of course, a stupid idea. I have cooked the turkey every year, ever, since we’ve been married. Everything else (except pumpkin pies) has been The Mrs. Why would I assume that The Mrs. was going to cook the turkey?
I have no idea. But I did.
We Wilders are night owls, when allowed to go feral unconstrained by the tyranny of work, so having a dinner at supper time (or a supper at dinner time) would just be fine. Since we bought everything we’d need for dinner yesterday, I knew we’d be fine: no last-minute trips to stores for us, and that was good.
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Because I hate going to the store, especially anytime between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I hate it so much, that when I was (much) younger, I’d do all of my shopping for presents during a two-hour period on Christmas Eve. But yet, there are people who look forward to Black Friday, which to me is the sort of hell I imagine that H.P. Lovecraft reserved for Beto O’Rourke, except Beto’s hair would be on fire and he would have surgically attached flippers instead of arms.
Black Friday is a day that some people look forward to. While I don’t share in their enthusiasm, I can understand it. There is something about shopping that makes people feel good, unlike the turkey tartare I tried to serve the family on Thanksgiving. Who knew you had to thaw the turkey before sticking it in the oven?
Shopping is of vital importance to businesses they want to capture as much of your money as possible. They study ways to arrange merchandise so it is most attractive, to create advertisements that engage with your psychology to drive you to purchase, and purchase from them. If you look at shopping as a science, shopping has been studied by economists, business majors, and psychologists more thoroughly than I studied Cindy Crawford’s, umm, charm, in my younger days.
Remember, actresses are different than models – actresses can read. Also, I don’t know if I can fit an actress in the basement freezer.
Again, I don’t begrudge people who are on a tight or fixed budget that are attempting to get a good deal – that would be heartless. But yet, isn’t Black Friday based at least in part in . . . greed?
The idea of getting a 65-inch 4K Philips ® television for $78 when it normally retails for $448 is the essence of Black Friday. $10 Crock© pots with a $10 mail-in rebate are Black Friday.
If you buy three Rose Tico figures, you’ll spike worldwide sales by 3000%, and give Disney ® hope that Star Wars: The Ruse of Soywalker © will be successful!
Why do we get such satisfaction over buying things?
- It is wired into us – once upon a time, we were hunter/gatherers. This is similar – shopping is gathering. Hunting is still hunting, which is good. Work? Work is where men go to avoid gathering and think about hunting.
- Shopping distracts us from our problems. If we’re worried or sad? Retail therapy can be cheap if you have inexpensive tastes. But when the shopping is done – if you have a real problem like having surgically attached flipper arms, they’re still there.
- In today’s world, there are a lot of people that live lives that are marked by a nearly complete lack of control. They’re controlled by spouses at home, bosses at work, and the number of choices that the own are small. Shopping gives them a sense of control.
There was a hurricane this year named Karen. Managers everywhere quaked with fear.
- Instant satisfaction is built into shopping. Why wait for later, when you can have it now (or in 36 hours with Amazon© Prime? Rather than wait for what your goal is, you can have some smaller thing now. And it’s certain. Who cares if it derails your longer term plans?
- Shopping for neat things floods your brain with serotonin like an autistic clown with a firehose. Serotonin stabilizes mood, so if you’re depressed, shopping can make you feel better, and you don’t need a prescription for Xanax ®.
- Shopping resolves boredom. Kids doing well in school, job going well, no financial problems and relationship with spouse is fine? So boring. Hey, let’s spice life up by shopping for things we don’t need!
- When we lived in Alaska, we would go to auctions because it was fun. Every so often some family would say, “that’s it!” and decide to move to the Lower 48. Thus? I bid $70 on a table saw that I could have bought for (drumroll) $70 yes, it was a pretty crappy saw. Why? Scarcity. People were bidding, and, well, I won. And scarcity is the true key to Black Friday. Only seven fruitcake-toasters at $92 off the retail price of $292? I must have one!
Most vices, when kept in check, aren’t a problem. But Black Friday seems like a drug that’s designed to take advantage of the various satisfactions listed in the bullet points above. Thankfully, there are other cures.
We live in a society where most of the basic needs are easily met for most people, at least for now. Yes, you might not have a 65” LED television that doubles as a tanning bed. But nearly everyone has food. Nearly everyone has power, heat, and access to a library. How else could people spend those same hours and minutes that would otherwise be spent in a WWE®-level fight over an inexpensive radium-powered popcorn popper and a coal-powered flashlight?
In breaking news: Coroners report that Jeff Epstein was injured at a Black Friday sale.
They could write. They could visit a sick family member. They could face digestive difficulties because Dad put the frozen turkey in the oven. They could play cards or board games and have family fun.
Oh, wait: that describes the Wilder family. I really should have realized that putting a turkey filled with ice into the oven wasn’t my best idea . . . .
Axis and Allies ®, anyone? I have Pepto ®.
“Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion.” – Norman Schwarzkopf
I couldn’t be a retail manager on Black Friday. More than likely, my rifle loaded with Ketamine darts would lead me to the local hoosgow with a crowd of Karens wanting revenge. It would be fun while it lasted.
Jess
I keep hearing about Karens. You tube black woman fast food. it is Lakiesha we need to be concerned abouit
Lakueshia only gets away with her nonsense because a swarm of Karens spoke to the manager. The NGO variant is known as an AWFL.
Now that, that sounds like fun.
Who I miss are the Bushwackers
But the Clintonwackers are more active.
The real Black Friday is a few months away
I think so.
Stores have had Christmas stuff out since before Halloween and “Black Friday” sales have been running all month. It just isn’t the same as the good old days when suburban moms fought to the death for the last Cabbage Patch doll.
It has the sense of an end of an era though.
Beloved wife and I call it ‘recreational shopping’ and no matter how much we wish to kick the habit, we don’t seem able to. But we steer clear of the malls and standalone stores on any day that draws out that unique element willing to throw down for a half-price air fryer or off-brand blu-ray player. Perhaps if our local HEB would put flank steak and Yuengling on deep discount I might join the tussle. Until then, I will simply shop from the relative safety of my Barcalounger on Black Friday, where the only body slamming that might happen is me hitting the deck stumbling to the loo after a few too many Yuenglings.
Exactly. Never got close to a store.
Some of us prefer to call the day after Thanksgiving “Buy Nothing Day”.
BTW: I heard a radio ad on Monday for “frozen whole turkeys, 37-cents a pound” at a local grocery chain.
My first thought was “it won’t thaw in time to cook on Thursday “.
My second thought was “Wow. Cheap protein, for someone who has space in their freezer, or a pressure-canner.”
My third thought was “I’ve got a free-range organic turkey breast waiting in my refrigerator; would I even WANT to eat commercially-raised turkey?”
Lathechuck
Whatever you do, cover it with bacon. That makes everything taste better.
I used to go shopping on Black Friday years ago. But after two years in row getting up at 4 am, standing in line for a couple hours at Best Buy, and finding they ran out of what I was there for before I even got through the door, I’d had enough. Now, what with online shopping, what’s the point?
Exactly. And I can do that at home.