Christmas is over for another year. It closes at 9pm on Boxing Day so I’m told. This Christmas I couldn’t help thinking what a consumer holiday it is- I don’t know if I’m getting old and evermore cynical but the pictures of people ramming their sack of bones into Next, rolling around in a trough of hangers and insane profit margins until they come out panting, souless, dead behind the eyes, ‘BUT LOOK KAREN I got 14 tops I’ll never wear for a fiver…’. Jesus.
Social media is the worst for it. It makes bragging incessant and hard to ignore and as a gal who works in social media makes me feel VERY anti-social indeed.
So everyone, we understand that you simply can’t wait to try that new hairdo from that vaccous popstar with your excessively priced hair styling doo-da or are chomping at the bit to brag WHEREVER AND WHENEVER you like with your new ipad but just lay off it.
The best thing about my Christmas? My Dad did a funny dance in my room. It was great.
Merry Christmas consumerist monsters and happy day with lots of food and forced happiness to all others.