It seems that we’ve all decided to stop calling shoes shoes because someone was upset about sandals being left out, so now we have to refer to anything that goes on our feet as “footwear,” as speaking otherwise is intolerable. Sounds silly, right?
Well, Merry Christmas to you, then because you know that when I say that I don’t mean that you’re Christian nor that I think any religious holiday that you might observe is bad, but I generally mean “tidings of joy to you!” So don’t freak out on me and start explaining to me in detail the practices of Kwanzaa or Hanukkah or Squidmas, just smile and wave and know that I’m too stupid to know any better, but my heart is in the right place. If you can’t do that, fuck off and die.
It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I’ll not exert any more tolerance for your ways than you exert for mine. And who the hell really thinks that Christmas is about anything other than the great American religion of Capitalism, anyway?
