Be Thankful for Choice
To be honest, I never really have been much of a Thanksgiving kind of person. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but I prefer them in small doses and on my terms. With that said, I try to stay in touch with them on a regular basis and keep tabs on my nieces and nephews via Facebook and other social media; that also helps when you are the Uncle with the discretionary income and you are about to be hit up for a loan that has no repayment dates attached to it.
So as I fulfilled my broadcasting and pundit duties this week, I had to chuckle somewhat at the outrage that stores would be open Thanksgiving Day. I had to contend with the moaning and gnashing of teeth that this was another sign of the breakdown of the American family and our traditional values were going out the window.
No offense, but I can’t think of any greater American tradition than the freedom to engage in capitalism.
Thanksgiving came six days later than usual so the stores have to make up the difference. In addition, no one was holding a gun to anyone’s head forcing them to shop. I am actually willing to bet money a lot of folks who went out to shop Thursday found it therapeutic. How much cranberry sauce do you need to eat and how many of Grandpa’s exaggerated tales of fighting the gazpacho (get the joke) in Europe during the Cold War do you really need to hear?
Not that these are bad things, but in America we have a choice. We can spend time with families or go do something else. That is something we should all be thankful for.