A Big Eastern Syndicate
Dec 2nd, 2007 at 11:05 am by Maya
Quinn Cummings is, as always, dead on and funny as hell:
I am also cleaning out the closet because I don’t know if you noticed but we’re heading into the Crap Accumulation Season. I know, I am bending my rule about working clean, but I chose my word with justifiable precision. A year ago, when it first entered the house all gaily-wrapped and lavishly-bowed, it was a present, a toy, a gizmo, a whatzit, a desirable object of some sort. Now, one year later, having been played with a grand total of seven minutes — six of which were spent removing it from its package — it’s crap. And it seems to have reached its sexual maturity so it’s now capable of mating with all the other crap in our closets, spawning more craplets that Daughter doesn’t recognize and I don’t want.
Read the rest for her five brilliant theses of holiday reform.
This year, rather than leaping headlong into the spawning stream of shopper frenzy I’ve decided to give experience certificates to my loved ones, for stuff like dinner out or a movie together or a Saturday adventure or a “get out of lecture free” card. You know, stuff that will be both memorable and free of excess plastic packaging. Are you giving any gifts this year that bypass the great consumer orgy?
Is this the same Quinn Cummings who was on the TV show: ‘Family’?
Yes. And “The Goodbye Girl.”