My copy of Philadelphia magazine arrived over the weekend. The first and last article I read was called Social Diary: Wreck the Halls by Amy Donohue Korman about holiday celebrations that end in disaster. Sounds cute, huh? Well, let me just say that the last paragraph really shocked me. I mean really disgusted and shocked me and I can’t figure out how it ever made it into the magazine. I am too embarrassed to even quote it here– you will have to read the article on their Web site and then tell me if I am overreacting.
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sugar and spice and everything groovy
I’m sure that the expression used at the table wasn’t that used in the article.
I have to say that the author didn’t seem very enthused about holidays, but if you don’t, why write about it. Who likes reading about holiday disasters outside of “Christmas Vacation”? Usually it’s pretty ugly business.
I consider myself to be blessed when it comes to Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, etc. I love spending time with my family! Is that so unusual?
I don’t think it’s that unusual– it just doesn’t make good TV or movie plots.
You are most assuredly uptight about the subject matter.
I don’t think I’d be bragging to my grandma about rocking some girl’s world, but, then again, it makes for sensational press.
Today, in order to be ‘different’, you’ve gotta be more outrageous than the next publication.
Some other observations (that you might consider rude) also occurred to me, but, the new and improved me will wait to tell you in person 🙂
Say what you will….but there was a time when women were the gentle species and men loved them. Now that gentle species displays her wares, uses vulgar language, and drinks to excess. Is this what they call evolution?
Sounds to me like the Cat Caught On Fire in 2005 AND 1983.