I like to live like the natives: frizzy scarecrow hair, an alarming number of scarves and pashminas and a penchant for the occasional whine. Today's tutting has to do with my disappointment in the severe paucity of bank holidays. I mean, sure... I got 25 days paid vacation. Prospectively. With no prior work experience. Whatever. Wait, I digressed. I forgot I was going to complain specifically about the need for a "Thanksgiving" here. There is no buffer between Halloween and Christmas, thus immediately after Halloween (and often, just before) stores begin selling and suiting up in Christmas gear. It's horrifying. I am barely finished mourning the loss of summer and seeing the light of day before and after work and here they are... throwing Christmas cheer in my face. I love Christmas because, thanks to Thanksgiving, it is a rare little jewel that is unearthed for a very pleasant and moderate amount of time from the end of November to the beginning of January (maybe that is just in my house...because Mom takes down the decorations December 26th). Now it's not just a season...it's like a bloody semester. Anyway, I just can't help but wonder: can't they give me a long weekend at the end of November to thank the colonials for curry or something? I mean, the least you can do if you are going to oppress whole people groups and steal the best bits of their culture is take a day or two off work in their honour. My goodness. Have they no decency?
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