Christmas makes you stupid
Don’t deny it. The holiday season is a time for many things–joy, music, family, and overspending among them–but the burdens amount to a second job, and if you’ve ever had one, you know just how smart you feel after pulling a bunch of double shifts in a row.
The need for a holiday project manager, though, isn’t the only issue. Nor is the quintessential American notion of “if some is good, more must be better,” though it contributes too. I like Christmas music, for example, and Christmas decor, and Christmas cookies. That doesn’t mean I want to be awash in them for weeks. Endless loops of enforced Good Cheer are enough to make anyone antisocial–and anti-intellectual. Heaven help you if you point out the incongruity of celebrating a holiday whose mottos are joy and peace by buying first-person shooters for kids. What are you, some kind of Scrooge/Commie? (yes, there’s irony there).
I blame Victorian sentimentality in its most malignant and mawkish form. The marketers use it, of course, but it had to be there to use first.