Since our favorite curmudgeon Andy Rooney retired, we could use a good rant. It's been awhile, and I typically hand off rants to my husband, Scott, but he's been too swamped with work. I know he'd probably do this rant better than I, but well, the emotions are just as valid.
WTF is up with having Christmas decorations and presents in the store aisles when I am doing my back-to-school shopping? It's August for crying out loud!
Scott returned from his final Halloween costume-prep shopping trip on the 30th complaining that they were playing Christmas music at the store.
Another friend went to a store ON Halloween, but could not find what she needed, as they had taken out all their spooky stock already. (Really, who would possible need a last minute item or enjoy the huge sales the day after?)
Both the Target AND ToysrUs big toy flyers came to our house before November even did.
Ha! And as I was writing this, I saw Zoe's 1st Grade Teacher Mrs. McCoy (we miss you!) who's Facebook status was: "The day after Halloween and Starbucks has their holiday cups out and every other commercial is a holiday ad. The next couple of months are gonna be looooong."
'The Simpsons'" "Treehouse of Horrors" episode this year ended with Lisa, in full costume, on a stage. She said: "Halloween is over. Which means, America, it's time to start your Christmas shopping. Infuse our stagnent economy with dollars you don't really have."
I get it. We are consumers. We are target markets. We live in a capitalist society and we're in hard economic times. Complanies need to get their products in our faces- NOW. Buy. Buy! BUY!
I can't help feeling that this barrage of available goods, months before the actual event, is just pushy and rude. I don't need four months to replace the white lights for my tree. Besides, I want to enjoy the actual holiday I am actually living before thinking of or planning the next one.
Well, since I am in mid rant- really Target? First it was 5AM. Then look!- we're opening at 4AM. But now? Now you're making your poor employees be at work on the midnight of Thanksgiving! And shoppers- are you really going to shop then? Shouldn't you be in a comfy slumber, sodden with wine and full of pie in a tryptophan coma? If you're not saving yourself hundreds and hundreds of dollars-how is it even worth it? I vote for the comfy bed.
OK, that's all I got, besides, I need to stock up on some sparklers for the 4th of July! Ay, Mama!