Morning!
Last week’s newsletter was a bit dramatic - I wasn’t dying. I was dying.
My relationship to Christmas as a child was relatively normal in the sense that I celebrated it. There were presents, copious amounts of food and a tree - with accoutrements - to signify that Christmas season has arrived. As a child, I loved every moment of it because who doesn’t like unwrapping boxes and boxes of toys. I grew up in a working class family and it seemed like we had a lot. I felt pretty comfortable being able to celebrate the holidays with what felt like excess, but really wasn’t that much.
I am not here to shit on the season, but I am here to shit on the season.
As I have gotten older and put on my critical lens (figuratively, they would probably look like these IRL), the overconsumption side of Christmas is what I find most abhorrent. What I saw celebrating Christmas as a child was thoroughly enjoyable, I now see it as a chore. We’re led to believe, by corporations through marketing and advertising, that Christmas is to be celebrated around friends and family by spending a lot of your money on gifts. Gifts they probably don’t even need or want.
That’s what speaks volume during this time of the season, corporations fighting for your money to meet their investors' earnings targets. Front-line and warehouse workers who face the brunt by management to meet their quotas at the risk of their mental and physical well being. I’m talking to you Amazon, but that’s for a different newsletter and I am passionate about that subject.
Historically, Christmas was about the birth of JC celebrated by Christians. So, how did we end up here? I am asking you. This is short form after all.
As much as I dislike Christmas, I still enjoy the holiday season. I enjoy parties. Invite me to your holiday parties. My schedule is open. Send a Google Invite and I will accept. I love food. I will happily gain an extra 5 lbs (as I happily do every year) to eat your desserts, your spreads, your sugary winter cocktails. That’s pretty much it. I like being surrounded by nice people, plentiful food and copious libations, and most importantly, really good conversations.
I’m truly really happy this time of the season. I just refuse to participate 95% of the time.
Homosexual Agenda
Went to The Ossington Stop assuming it may be the next Wallflower (RIP) and it turned out to be the biggest disappointment. The cheap $7 house red couldn’t even save them from a bad Google review.
Repeat after me: fungi is underrated. Ease, a pop up.
1-3 happened all in one night and our last stop, of course ended at Black Dice. On a strip full of wine bars, it’s nice to have a drink that isn’t pretentious and the people are cool.
You heard it here first, wireless headphones are a scam. I converted to wireless headphones only once because I got them for free, but after 2 years, each charge would play just one song. I am forever a fan of wired headphones because there is no charging involved, they are cheaper and you don’t need to replace them every two years (or so). With that being said, via WSJ, Are AirPods Out? Why Cool Kids Are Wearing Wired Headphones.
Consciously uncoupling from Meta over the weekend. I deleted WhatsApp and while I don’t plan on deleting IG anytime soon other than limiting my time use. But you never know!
I love Taylor Swift. Let me rephrase that, I love that new Taylor Swift song with Phoebe Brigers, Nothing New. The way Bridgers’ sang her whole verse brought tears to my eyes. And I only cry when I watch Buffy. Shoutout to Maegan for advocating for this song that must be heard.
This article by Vanity Fair, A Good Newsletter Exit Strategy Is Hard to Find, feels biased. Vanity Fair is owned by Conde Nast and feels threatened by the acceleration of Substack. Somewhere, Anna Wintour is crying.
You are not an adult until you own a humidifier. My last two broke and I am on my third one! Your skin will thank you.
I really wanted to like this COS sweater. I would have liked it if it was less slouchy and the shoulders rested naturally in the correct spot. It honestly just looks better on Sang Woo Kim.
Spent Tuesday afternoon at Costco and I felt pretty confident with this tweet. With that being said, follow me.
If you made it this far without sending me a Google invite to your holiday party, then what are you waiting for?
Perry