I usually refer to Thanksgiving as a relatively-untarnished holiday. Whereas Christmas has degenerated into gift-giving and materialism, Easter has deteriorated into the day for chocolate bunnies and egg hunts, and Memorial Day is a day for beer and cook-outs, Thanksgiving seems to be mostly untarnished.
However, I have been rethinking that in light of “Black Friday” and the surrounding nonsense. I’m writing this at 1:30 am. There are people who are getting up now to go shopping at sales starting at 2 am or such. Other people camp out on Thanksgiving Day itself to get into the Black Friday crowds.
While I might have a point that Thanksgiving itself remains mostly untarnished, it is overrun a bit, therefore, by Black Friday. I should hardly be surprised that merchandising and materialism have stomped on a meaningful holiday, but I hadn’t thought of it in those terms.
Why do we think there’s a need to do this to ourselves? Is a $5 crock pot really worth the stress and pressure of charging through those lines? Is it worth giving up a day with your family?
When I used to work in retail, one of my managers said that he wanted to write a book explaining in what ways retail was destroying the country’s moral values. I think that this is a perfect illustration. Consumers are willing to forgo time with their families in order to hit the special sale prices that end before sunrise because retailers encourage it.
Yes, I’m the person who sits back and watches Black Friday madness, and simply hopes that no one gets killed this year.
If I ever put together a formal list of reasons why American culture is going to fall soon, the very idea of Black Friday will be somewhere prominent on it. If any one day epitomizes what’s wrong with the United States, it’s today. That it interferes with Thanksgiving only makes it more onerous.






