You know what I love about this recession?
(No, wait, hear me out. I’m not drunk. Yet.)
I love the way the paradigm has already shifted.
Last year (when we were in a recession but didn’t know it yet), we were all out there, buying an obscene amount of crap. Because we could. Because everyone else was. Because it felt good. And if you pulled a Linus, railed against commercialism? You just looked kind of…cheap.
This year, the carts are half-empty. My tree, and many others, are virtually uncluttered by presents.
And the guy who hasn’t caught on? Who doesn’t accept that we’re in financial doo-doo? Who’s racking up the Visa bill to make his kids love him?
Now, he looks like the turbo-douche.