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COPYRIGHT 2003 Curve Magazine, Outspoken Enterprises, San Francisco, CA 94102 (415) 863-6538
'TIS THE SEASON, MY ASS! NOTHING. That is what everybody is getting from me this year. In fact, the people in my life will be lucky if this year I don't steal something from them. The Grinch will look like the prince of peace himself after people get a load of my holiday spirit.
Online shopping has ruined Christmas. Yes, the ability to get everybody in my life--everybody in the world, for that matter--the perfect gift at the touch of a button is what has my chestnuts roasting in a big way!
Everything is available on the Internet. And I mean everything. You can buy live crickets, Guatemalan statues, used socks, saffron, hookers and anything else you can dream of just by sitting in a chair and staring at a screen.
In Christmases past, I took my little bit of shopping money to the five and dime and spent a couple of hours walking up and down the aisles, looking for gifts for my loved ones. A storybook filled with hard candy for my sister, a bookmark for Dad, a vase for Mom and a handkerchief for Grandma. It was all so simple and fun.
But then I turned 30, and everything changed.
Technology is not a blessing. The scariest episode of The Twilight Zone (besides the one where the...
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