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| So a few days back mom took my sister and me shopping for Christmas presents, mostly because I had conveniently forgotten that Christmas also meant giving presents. I've never been very big on the whole gift giving thing. It's always been full of weird pauses in which mental questions like these are asked: "I wonder if so and so already has one? I wonder if someone else got her one already? I wonder if she'll like it?" And, of course, the ultimate question: "Would you like a gift reciept with that?" Christmas, in general, is a hassel for me. I am not a white Chrisitian who wants to praise the inexact date of Jesus' birth. In addition to being thoroughly not-white, I am also not Jewish, African, or Muslim, which, conveniently, cuts out Hanukkah, Kwanza, and Ramadan as well. But hey, I'm not going to complain about the capitalist man's decisions about when to make big profits. That just means time off and not-needing to devote ourselves to some higher power for us atheist Asians basking in the festivities of white, Christian America. So, we went out to the mall, which, is a feat in itself considering how far away we live from one. We started the process with me forgetting the holiday mood of generosity and charity and starting to shop for myself. A nifty handbag from a ritzy New York-based company later, mom informs me that she wants the $50 dollar purse that she keeps seeing at Belk that never goes on sale. Since mom wields the power to my bank account (which, I worked hard to fill with art scholarships meant to make me more inclined to do art but instead got spent on things like ipods), I thought that I better play along lest I end up with nothing to spend in college. It was all downhill after that. After I splurged on mom's purse, I then got dragged to buy my little sister a present. That, of course, led to my father's present and eventually my cousin's present. All of that piled on top of my mom failing to give me enough money for ice cream (which, she was supposed to treat us to) and thus me having to dig into my own poor college student pockets for, amounted to a rather hefty sum for the holiday season. Damn you baby Jesus. Damn you and Mary's vagina that gave you birth. |
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