only in america can you spend a whole day talking about how thankful and satisfied you are with life, only to turn around the next day and dive headfirst into a dog pile of greed.

they say black friday was given its name because it’s the first day of the year that retailers move from the red to the black, finally turning a profit just in time to ring in the new year.

im pretty sure that is bullshit.

whats crazy to me is that everything that i would even consider buying this year went on sale long before black friday, with deals rolling in as early as the second week of november in many cases.

in fact, some things are less discounted today than they were in the week leading up to thanksgiving.

whats fucked up is that i’m actually disappointed by that. i used to love the thrill of getting up early and waiting in line in the freezing cold; of rushing into the store to get one of only a handful of ultra-discounted items that i had been waiting and plotting to buy for months.

maybe i’m just a relic, and maybe i’m just a child of consumerism, but i would love it if there was just a good, honest sale; just one day every year that we could flock to our favorite stores and scoop up that sweet find.

i guess in the internet age, those days are gone. but a girl can dream.