Iâ€™m extremely thankful for food and shelter and my family (in small doses). With the effects of the recentÂ hurricane still taking its toll on many, itâ€™s hard not to look around at what we have and feel grateful that,Â even though we donâ€™t have extra money for luxuries, we can clothe our family and be warm on a coldÂ night. And Iâ€™m all for sitting around a table and acknowledging those things genuinely and frequently. AsÂ a mother of one, I strive to teach my daughter about being grateful for all that we have each and everyÂ day.
But personally, I have long thought of the tradition of Thanksgiving as being a bit, well, ass-backwards.Â Though I continue to celebrate it, as my family always gathers at this time, I do feel that any other day ofÂ the year (when we arenâ€™t being told to say â€śthank youâ€ť by a day on the calendar) might be slightly moreÂ appropriate to meaningfully give thanks. This year, like all the others, Iâ€™ll stuff my face with turkey andÂ cranberry sauce and tell those around me that I truly appreciate them. And Iâ€™ll mean it! But that doesnâ€™tÂ change the fact that the holiday itself is kind of absurd. Ironically enough, the forced gratitude that weÂ practice on the third Thursday in November seems to bring to the surface a number of things I really amÂ not thankful for this Thanksgiving.
The fact that we even celebrate a day we slaughtered Native Americans and stole their land.Â Saying â€śoh, by the way, thanks soooo much!â€ť doesnâ€™t exactly seem like enough, ammiright? IfÂ weâ€™re going to have a holiday to mark this historic injustice, maybe it should be something moreÂ like â€śProfusely Apologize Dayâ€ť or â€śNot Being Gluttonous Day.â€ť (Photo:Â nicobatista/Shutterstock)Lots and lots of family time over the next month. I like my family enough. But I happen to liveÂ five minutes from them and see them weekly. Thanksgiving marks the beginning of about tenÂ different family gatherings between my husbandâ€™s family and mine. There have been severalÂ years when weâ€™ve gone three or more different places on Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve andÂ Christmas and then I balled my eyes out at the end of each night. In fact, thinking about it now isÂ really stressing me outâ€¦ (Photo:Â Dmitriy Shironosov/Shutterstock)Being five pounds heavier and hung-over come Friday. I only drank so much because of myÂ discomfort with certain family interactions and ate so much because I was half in the bag. NowÂ it will take me a month to return to my pre-t-giving weight and 24 hours to be headache-free.Â Awesome. (Photo:Â imageegami/Shutterstock)Making the GD turkey. I hate touching it, putting my hands in it and pulling things out when Iâ€™mÂ not even sure what they are. Wrapping its little legs up like a hostage is possibly the creepiestÂ part. When itâ€™s time to slather it in butter Iâ€™m so grossed out I want to puke and maybe go backÂ to my early high-school vegetarianism. Iâ€™ve done it before. I can do it again. (Photo:Â Jon Le-Bon/Shutterstock)Itâ€™s the exact same food every. Single. Time. Iâ€™m finally learning to enjoy cooking and I loveÂ making new recipes with healthy twists! Each year I make suggestions- how about red-skinnedÂ mashed potatoes? Some kind of new pie!? â€śNO. Stick to the basics!â€ť Iâ€™m told. â€śPeople likeÂ tradition!â€ť (Photo:Â Nayashkova Olga/Shutterstock)Once, when I was pregnant, I threw up a lot of Thanksgiving food from a moving car. TheÂ memory is vivid. (Photo:Â siamionau pavel/Shutterstock)Doing dishes while in a food coma. They are seriously never-ending . Why did I volunteer for thisÂ and how is the dish-washer broken? Can we please go home yet? The booze is starting to wearÂ off. (Photo:Â Vasina Natalia/Shutterstock)An insane amount of leftovers. Why did we make so much food? I know itâ€™s a big day for footballÂ but did we get mixed up and think the entire NFL was coming for dinner? Iâ€™ll be eating this for atÂ least a week before I finally toss a dried up turkey carcass into the trash and ban carbs for LIFE. (Photo:Â Brooke Becker/Shutterstock)My yearly therapy costs just tripled and weâ€™ve got a whole new bag of issues to delve into. Is thisÂ family really mine/why am I the only normal one? (Photo:Â Ambrophoto/Shutterstock)That the day after Thanksgiving happens to be Black Friday. So in this country, not only do weÂ say thanks for something we took without asking, we also trample each other in malls andÂ stores nation-wide only a few hours after bowing our heads and giving thanks. Dude. Not cool. (Photo:Â concept w/Shutterstock)