Okay, so there is a phenomenon that for some reason has lived under the radar for decades. And at this very moment, I am sitting in the midst of it typing this post on my Blackberry, over what some people apparently consider a feast. Where
Everybody knows that as we get older, the awe-struck wonder of childhood is replaced by the bleak, meaningless drudgery of adult obligations. There is no Santa Claus, only long lines and traffic jams and airport delays and family problems and a shitty economy. But lucky
Generally people fall into two categories. Those who hate holiday music to the point of getting violent in department stores (Macguyver, I’m looking at you) and those who blast holiday music 24 hours a day from Black Friday to New Years, awash in a sickening