Ron Swanson about White Whales
I laughed for a little bit, because I’m not writing a literature-based paper this semester that makes claims like this. But then I remembered that I’m taking a Hawthorne & Melville class next semester where I will most certainly make claims like these.
Oh English. Why.
Happy hell week to all my friends in this crazy world we call academia. I’ll be done in 16 days. But that number is always more alarming than comforting, particularly when I consider all that I have to finish by that point..
At least we have 9 different kinds of beer in our apartment…
You knew this was coming. I try to fight it, but I am a bit of a cynic. And this Native American cynicism has been played quite a bit, but it’s still unfair that we have absolutely no sense of reverence for the sacrifices of the minority who suffers the most in this country.
But it kind of makes sense, right? Given the American spirit. It’s all about brute force and capitalistic success. Hence the football and the Black Friday craze. Sure, those retail workers have to cut THEIR Thanksgiving festivities short — less time with their family, time to reflect and relax, etc. — but maybe they shouldn’t have been retail workers, right? Because everyone has the same opportunities as us middle/upper-class white Christians. Once I asked a student who was writing about (against, really) illegal Mexican immigrants in Texas what he thought about the fact that we were standing in what used to be Mexico. He looked a little appalled, but after 30 seconds or so, said, “Well, maybe they shoulda won the war.” Really? You’re carrying around 150-year-old entitlement while complaining about those entitled, spoiled, immigrants who wan at to keep the DREAM Act? Sometimes Americans make me really sad. To reel this back in to what I actually mean to be talking about: be truly thankful. Save the capitalistic exploits for another day, and just stay home and eat cranberry sauce.
Don’t go buy things today, folks. Or at least don’t go buy things on Thanksgiving night. Just stop for a bit and be truly thankful.
Okay, I’ve been bottling that up for a bit. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
This has been amusing me all week.
Cheers! I have lots to be thankful for, and, like many others have articulated today, the top of that list is friends and family. Especially friends who live across the country who invite you back to their childhood bedrooms to sit on their floor and laugh till midnight.
What I’m thinking about today, in addition to thankfulness, is change. Because this is the very first time I’m not with my parents for Thanksgiving day. Things are different here at the Keatings. There are no sweet potatoes, there is giblet gravy, and the big meal is at 4pm instead of 1pm. And they watch Dallas Cowboys football like Dallas is something worth watching.
I’ve got a new family in addition to my old one, and I’m pretty happy about that. Especially since it includes some pretty fantastic people, and the adorable mini-schnauzer that’s cuddling up next to me now. Now let’s eat already.
Still one of the greatest.