The Thanksgiving holiday is drawing nigh. It is, historically, a time for contemplation of small and large blessings. A time to take a breath, break bread and relax with friends and families of all shapes and colors.
When and how did this simple gift of a brief respite from life’s vicissitudes become adulterated by frenetic consumerism?
Why are we compelled to “shop” on Thanksgiving and the day after? Is it because we are willing sheep led by media hype and the promise of questionable Black Friday deals? Or is it because, in these insecure times, we want to be a part of the herd? That we’re afraid we will lose out, and somehow be diminished, if we don’t shop?