Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — I’d like to take the opportunity to raise awareness about a November tradition that is often eclipsed by leftover turkey sandwiches and doctor visits to treat black Friday related injuries, but is no less an important part of our American holiday ritual. I am of course talking about the time honored practice of complaining to your friends about the passive aggressive and/or judgmental comments your in-laws, parents and weird single aunt who keeps commenting on your weight may have made during dinner.
If Hallmark ads and made for TV movies have taught us anything, it’s that the time we get to share with our family and closest friends while collectively wearing festive sweaters is important and should be cherished, after all, as people grow and move and start families of their own, time together becomes increasingly rare. These are confusing times and the 300+ days of the year that aren’t Thanksgiving, Easter, or any of the holidays that take place in December serve to remind us that the stability, or at the very least familiarity of family can be a rock that keeps us anchored.
On the flip side of that coin, the handful of days that are holidays, where families pile into and out of minivans, children strap into back seats with pies for dinner across their laps and you reach into the back of your closet to pull that sweater you got from your uncle for Kwanzaa a few years ago, should be more than enough to remind you why the practice of people living in one bedroom apartments with their whole families died out during the industrial revolution.
A solid afternoon of talking about desserts you ate recently and mentioning how your cousin thinks he’s so great because he has a boat, but totally isn’t great because he’s never going to pay his college loans, to a close friend who has knowledge of, but doesn’t actually know your cousin can be therapeutic, even fun.