I like Thanksgiving. It’s a free holiday for me. I get to call into a friend’s house and eat turkey, but I don’t have to do any family stuff, because my family is a continent away. Hey, I like family stuff; Christmas is my favourite time of the year. There’s a lot to be said, though, for a huge meal, an excuse to drink beer in the day time and a warm and loving family environment that you can politely leave and head back to your own life. The problem with family holidays, as numerous holiday season films HILARIOUSLY document, is that over time the pressure builds, you revert to old habits and fights break out. Thanksgiving is perfect for me because I get to visit while everyone is in a great and loving mood.
I am also utterly convinced that the American decision to have two turkey dinners in the space of one month is the secret to the United States’ status as a superpower. What’s your excuse, Canada?
In other news, I wrote another post for the rather excellent website for grown-ups who like a cocktail with their helping of young adult literature, FYA. See you there when that goes up.
Oh, and by the way, hook ‘em.