I was going to write about Thanksgiving’s being absolutely the most manipulative of America’s civic holidays (and thus the most authentic of America’s civic holidays). A searing jeremiad about the prescheduled but erratic migrations of large, stressed-out segments of the population and the resulting consumption of enormous quantities of dwindling reserves of fossil fuels… the bizarre, extra-large, helium-filled totemic objects carried through major streets to much forced enthusiasm… the extra-large, steroid-filled men throwing an air-filled object back and forth on a small pasture festooned with corporate logos while breaking each others’ bones and inflicting subtle brain injuries… the forced consumption of extra-large, steroid-filled synthetic birds that can't fly and have no taste… the emotionally compulsory spending of money that one may or may not actually have to artificially jack up returns for the nation's retailers by buying stuff that the recipients may or may not actually want.
You know, that kind of jeremiad.
And then I decided not to.
NYT photo by Librado Romero
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