Not shopping

OMG you guys!  Did you know that today is Black Friday?  Did you also know that there are stores that were opening at 4am today?  And that there would actually be people there to shop in these stores at 4am???  Because it’s true.  It’s beyond fucked up.  But it’s true.

I had my final physio appointment last night – they call it graduation – and as usual the TV was tuned to Peachtree TV.  Which…I don’t know how Georgia stations are making it all the way up here to the frozen tundra, but whatever.  I enjoy the commercials for places like Longhorn Steakhouse where you can get a steak stuffed with….stuff.  Like cheese.  Or crab.  I am fascinated by American restaurants mainly because of shit like this.  Also?  I don’t eat meat, so it’s even more of a trainwreck.

So anyway.  Yes, the crazy-ass steak commercials came on during The Office, but also the Old Navy and Sears and JC Penney commercials and they were all about how they were opening at 4am “for your Black Friday shopping convenience”.  And I was thinking how is it ever convenient to get up for a 4am shopping date?  Seriously, who does this?

But people do.  And even up here in the aforementioned frozen tundra, the stores are trying to do their best US Black Friday impersonation, and why not?  Hell, it seems we copy everything else – Canadian Idol, So You Think You Can Dance Canada and the Canada Walk of Fame I’m looking at you – so doesn’t it make sense to try to capitalize on the inherent greed and stupidity of human nature and offer door crashers at 4 in the fucking morning so greedy and stupid humans can spend spend spend? 

Or maybe I’m just cranky.

At any rate, I am not shopping.  At least not today.  Tomorrow, I am going to shop at the International Marketplace, hosted by the Immigrant Women’s Centre.  I am hoping to do some of my Christmas shopping there, and I will be supporting this amazing organization.  So there.  Holiday shopping in a festive environment, and no one gets trampled in their rush to get to a flat-screen TV.

This?  I can get behind.

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