I have to wonder about all the crap that goes on in the name of holidays and the holiday spirit. What does that mean anyway? A couple days off work? Time and a half pay for those who work on Fridays? Trampling people to death for a few bucks off already cheap goods?
People in this commercial world don’t know the meaning of love. We treat our relationships like Happy Meals and listen to broken heart songs (or let’s get fucked up and fuck songs) and think that’s the way it is supposed to be. Our commercialization of our holidays is directly proportional to our commercialization of our intimacy. We give cards and candy at Valentine’s rather than give of our hearts and souls. We find a way to trample over the innocent—whether opening the door at a Wal-mart or sitting in a sweatshop in China—in our quest for the thirty second high of a child under a tree we cut down from a forest that provides life to this planet.
Our holidays have become about as dead as our people skills.