Last year, I vented about Christmas — at length — in a post creatively titled FUCK CHRISTMAS. It seems to be getting a renewed surge of web hits this month, which I suppose proves that the sour taste I have in my mouth this time of year needs to be spit out by other people, too. Except this year I don’t seem to be feeling so bloated with hostility that I need to vent. I’ve been questioning myself, trying to understand what has changed.
ME: So what’s going on with you this year? Are you feeling more charitable, more filled with love for your fellow men and women, more kindly and gushy and huggy?
MYSELF: Fuck no. Also, fuck you.
ME: Well, that wasn’t a very nice answer. Let’s try this again: Have you changed your mind about all those nasty things you said last year about Big Business using Christmas as an excuse to guilt-trip people into spending money they don’t have on presents people don’t need?
MYSELF: Nope, not at all. This year, like last year, retailers are still acting like a horde of vampire squid, sticking their blood funnels up your bunghole and trying to suck out all the cash you’ve got while pretending everything is happy and jolly. It’s tough to remember the event that Christmas is supposed to commemorate when you’ve got a groping blood funnel up your ass. Also, fuck you.
ME: Okay. Well, are you enjoying the Christmas season music more this year? Is it putting you in a cheerier mood?
MYSELF: Surely you jest. Did you see this?
I rest my case.
ME: Huh. I feel you on that one. But hey, we still have the Trans Siberian Orchestra:
MYSELF: Really? Really? I’m starting to feel my will to live slipping away. All this seasonal music blows, including Trans Siberian Orchestra (don’t they get tired of playing that fucking song?), and especially the seasonal music pumped out by bands who want to cash in on the Christmas spirit by selling it. Join the fucking crowd of vampire squid! Me? I’d rather pick up this recently released Misantrof “Holy Fucking Anti Christmas” compilation: 18 bands, over 80 minutes of rancid music, and it doesn’t cost a fucking dime.
Also, did I mention fuck you?
ME: Yes, that rings a bell, I believe you did mention that. Well look, I’m confused. It doesn’t appear you’ve changed your mind about anything, and to be brutally honest, it seems like you’re just as hostile toward Christmas celebrators as you were last year. What gives?
MYSELF: Hey man, don’t you know me better than that? You fucking should. I mean, you know me better than anyone except my parole officer. I don’t have anything against people who love their holiday traditions. And this has got nothing to do with people believing Jesus was the son of God and died to redeem their sins. Really, I don’t have anything against Christians who use the time to reflect quietly or in communion with other like-minded people about what the day symbolizes. “Tolerance” is one of our middle names, remember? I just get tired of people invoking Jesus’ name as authority for telling me how to live my life every time I turn around.
ME: Yeah, I do know you, which is why I’m confused. If you haven’t changed your mind about all the Christmas-season bullshit, then why don’t you feel the need to spew and vent like you did last year?
MYSELF: Well, mainly I just don’t have anything new to say. It’s the same old stuff. It wasn’t original when I wrote last year’s rant, and my complaints haven’t become more insightful with the passage of time. Also, I’m doing a better job this year just ignoring all the seasonal horseshit. I think that’s the real recipe for happiness this time of year — just stock up on beer and chow, disconnect the tv, and hunker down at home until it’s over. Never go outside, and spend all day listening to metal until it drowns out all thoughts of what’s going on in the fruitcake world beyond your doorstep.
ME: Wait — does that mean I can’t watch tv or go outside either? I sort of wanted to drive around and look at Christmas lights.
MYSELF: Go fuck yourself.
ME: I’m really not enjoying all this crabbiness and the shitty attitude you’ve got.
MYSELF: Hey dude, chill out. You know me. I’m not really feeling hostile, it’s all just an act.
However, we’re still not going outside, and that’s final. But look, it won’t be so bad — I made this tree for us to enjoy while we hunker down and wait for the season to pass:
(Thanks to ElvisShotJFK for sending me the link to the Cthulhu tree photo at the top of the post.)
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In Japan, Christmas is more like get laid day. Valentine’s Day is more like extol the patriarchy day (a month later I’d white day where the extolation is kinda repaid). New Years is like family togetherness day.
So, I keep forgetting to hate Christmas….
Also, happy Chanukah, in which we celebrate killing the shit out of people and fire.
“a month later I’d white day where the extolation is kinda repaid”: I put this through google translate and got this, which makes more sense:
Kuukautta myöhemmin olin valkoinen päivä missä extolation on kinda takaisin
I’d was meant to be “is”.
Does that more or less sense?
Yes.
紛らわしい
I’m still confused. I ran 紛らわしい through google translate, and got “harhaanjohtava”.
It either means confusing or tentacle rape of lambs….
Also, I just read a fun thing about Japanese Christmas Eve. Original it was sacred night (seinaru yoru), but everyone was busy fucking so it became sexy night…but it’s still seinaru yoru… The kanji is different, but the reading is the same.
Japanese lends itself to puns in a much more satisfying way than English.
Also, my gf said your translation of 紛らわしい was cute.
Christmas Eve = sacred sex night. This is a good concept.
I’m glad your gf thinks the translation is cute. I’m still trying to figure out why google translate is rendering all translations into Finnish on my computer.
Doesn’t it make more sense than something about baby Kwanzaa eating trees.
When you put it that way, yes!
Also, you did a great job asking those probing questions to get your subject thinking. Or angering..whatever.
Since Christmas is get laid day, probing is what I was thrusting to achieve.
Innuendo in my end-oh!
I plant my banner firmly in the “if you can’t beat ’em join ’em” camp around this time of year and fully embrace the good ol’ fashioned Christian tradition of taking other people’s holidays and ass-raping them until they become my little bitch. This attitude was inspired by a couple of friends of mine who got so annoyed by the things you mentioned they decided to have’ Black Christmas’ and decorated everything in sight with Satanic symbols. I wish you could have seen their Pentagram Tree. I think it would even have warmed your shriveled little black heart.
At one point, early in this holiday season, there had been some discussion of me getting one of those awesome ornaments CM Distro was selling (I was especially vocal about how much I liked the “In League With Santa” ones). But, as always seems to be the case, it soon became obvious that the number of people we had to buy stuff for was a bit greater than the available cashflow, so silly little things like whatever I might have wanted, or this month’s electric bill and mortgage payment, sort of got put aside until some other time.
Now now, Islander! It’s not THAT bad. Don’t get me wrong, im not all jolly and shit, but you gotta love a good 6-hour wood heated sauna, coupled with appropriate beverages of course, and a shit-ton of good food (read: HAM!)
If I had a 6-hour wood-heated sauna, I might feel differently. Instead, I have a shower with low water pressure and it turns cold after about 10 minutes.
mmmmmm Hammmmmm.
I’ve realized every year right around Christmas I always get more bitter than usual and coupled with a nice flu this year, now every time someone mentions Christmas that get sent running with a jolly “FUCK OFF YOU JOYFUL BASTARDS!” and a hail of snot and drool
Bravo! Nothing says “Christmas” quite like snot and drool.
Oddly relevant: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/christmas – needless to say he captured me pretty perfectly as “30-somethings without kids”
LOLSOME! Also, for some reason, this evolution brought to mind the joke about the evolution of sex in marriage. At first, it’s all the time and everywhere — up against the wall, over the kitchen table among the plates and food, on the floor of the bathroom, etc. Later, it’s once a week like clockwork, in the bed, on Saturday night. Later still, it’s all oral sex. You pass each other in the hall and scream “FUCK YOU!”
Christmas can go fuck itself with its bloody stumps.
It’s too typical and trendy to be anit-Christmas and into metal. I’ve always enjoyed the season (minus the over commercialism). I like the music, the festive lights and eating, getting gifts. Reminds me of the fun times as a kid. Plus you usually get time off from work.
What’s not to like?
No one gives me gifts. Will you send me a gift? Actually, could you send me 666 gifts, cuz I’m trendy? And not cheap ones either. That would help me remember my fun times as a kid.
I’ll send you 666 gifts!
Actually, it’ll be more like millions of gifts. They’ll all be very tiny though….
Then you can make the Phro clones you’ve always wanted!
As a low-level retail employee I’m getting a kick out of this post….
As a low-level blogger, I got a kick out of your comment.
We in the retail in the world echo the same sentiments and then some of the falseness of this holiday. I say bring back Festivus.