Well, the separation between church and corporation sure is getting small. We have http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/11/17/jesus.doll.ap/index.html. And then there is Wal-Mart saying Merry Christmas to its customers. Even though I celebrate Christmas, I just don't think I'd be one of those people that say, "what's wrong with saying Merry Christmas?! This is a time to spread joy of the season!"
I have worked retail too many Christmases to buy the fact that a Wal-Mart employee is going to define your holiday season. No, scratch that. I have worked retail too many Christmases to buy the fact that a Wal-Mart employee is going to define MY holiday season. There are enough insane frumpy women out there that actually DO care. It's not the Merry Christmas that bothers me, it's the people that made Merry Christmas happen. My answer to them:
The Ladies' Auxiliary. http://www.myspace.com/theladiesauxiliary
On a different note, I have officially decided that I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'm coming out of the closet as an official fan of the movie "Dirty Dancing". I really identify with Baby in a lot of ways. I think that there is some really clever symbolism in the movie (or maybe I'm reading too much into the parallels between Baby's character and the loss of American innocence?). However you put it, I just like it. I like the soundtrack (except of course the 80's song that just doesn't belong at the end). I like the character development. I like Jennifer Grey. I like the fact that I totally understand what it's like being the daughter of someone like Baby's father. I like the cars. And you know what? I think Patrick Swayze is really hot in that movie. Above all, I like that it makes me happy when I'm sad. Call me dumb, call me cheezy, call me a kindred spirit. I don't care, cuz Baby, I'm out of that closet.
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All I have to say is, No One Puts Baby in a Corner!
Be proud of DD--I admit, I, too, own the DVD: a "Special Edition" one, even! It's great for those days when you want to pretend it's 1987 again, and the world still was semi-innocent. Huh. Makes me think of new parallels between then and now, which makes me depressed... Hey, why don't I go pop on Dirty Dancing and do the Silvia/Mickey dance on my own hardwood floor!!!
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