Hell, the Halloween stuff was going up over here in early August when we were all schwitzing our lives out, so I’m not surprised. Everything has become about how much superfluous tat you can sell, so premature holiday marketing is inevitable.
And then, given the ridiculous elaborateness of the yard displays – I swear to fuck some of these people must be paying for a whole storage unit for their skeletons and crap — we’ll be looking at skulls and black cat cutouts and rotting pumpkins until the snow falls.
I try to charitably imagine that some of these people with their overblown decorations are grasping at normality or a reason to celebrate something, as a sanity valve, but really it just looks like… idiocy. Plus, they were doing it when everything wasn’t burning down in real time. And I really, really hate the festival of candy-gobbling and the imperative to buy a bag of sugary crap as the only real alternative to having your house vandalized. We don’t answer the door to trick or treaters any more (there’s probably someone in every party with Covid after two months of school) and I worry enough about someone taking vengeance for our declining to go through the inane ritual of opening the door and cooing over the little costumes. But I am all out of fucks.
Hell, the Halloween stuff was going up over here in early August when we were all schwitzing our lives out, so I’m not surprised. Everything has become about how much superfluous tat you can sell, so premature holiday marketing is inevitable.
And then, given the ridiculous elaborateness of the yard displays – I swear to fuck some of these people must be paying for a whole storage unit for their skeletons and crap — we’ll be looking at skulls and black cat cutouts and rotting pumpkins until the snow falls.
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It’s like the holiday version of being “entertained to death”… just keep people distracted with all this crap while everything blows up around them.
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I try to charitably imagine that some of these people with their overblown decorations are grasping at normality or a reason to celebrate something, as a sanity valve, but really it just looks like… idiocy. Plus, they were doing it when everything wasn’t burning down in real time. And I really, really hate the festival of candy-gobbling and the imperative to buy a bag of sugary crap as the only real alternative to having your house vandalized. We don’t answer the door to trick or treaters any more (there’s probably someone in every party with Covid after two months of school) and I worry enough about someone taking vengeance for our declining to go through the inane ritual of opening the door and cooing over the little costumes. But I am all out of fucks.
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I’m expecting Valentines Day decor any day now…
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Don’t give them any ideas.
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