Witsy

When witty meets ditsy. It is a phrase coined by my once and future ex-husband to describe the brilliance I will display one second, and the utter stupidity the next. In an attempt to join wit with dits, I bring you Witsy. I would like to hear similar experiences, answer questions, and hopefully learn from and educate others without feeling like a moron about it. I ask everyone to join me in an attempt to brighten up the world, one beautiful mind at a time. Welcome to Witsy.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Why Women Wednesday

Witizens,

As the Massive Turkey Genocide Day approaches, I find myself thinking of good eats, good drinks, good times, and good football games. It's in fact, all good. What I'm not thinking about is awaking the next day to fight, claw, and bite my way through the mall for the "Annual After Thanksgivings Day Sale So You Can Try To Cram All Of A Year's Worth Of Christmas Shopping Into One All Day Event"... Women Why? Just fucking why?

In reality, those "sales" prices are probably comparable to when you first saw it and wanted all that shit for yourself to begin with. Most stores will hyper inflate the price, then mark it down by a large percentage, and Voila! A sale is born. Women, why bother with waking super early to avoid the unavoidable parking lot fiasco, ridiculous lines, the endless searching... the anarchy? Why spend the day after you've stuffed yourself gorging on marked down items? Is it like Shopping Kombat? Do you do it for sport? At the end of a long and tiresome day, I'm sure more money is spent because "it was all on sale" than what should have been spent. Why go bankrupt in a day? Is it because the word "sale" is everywhere?

For those women who love me to pieces, I ask for only one gift this season: don't "Sale", err I mean sell yourselves out by going out there in that madness for a gift me... not even for me. Have yourselves a Happy Thanksgiving. Kisses.

Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

4 Comments:

  • At 3:14 PM, Blogger Will Work For Shoes said…

    The notorious Black Friday. You either love it or you hate it. As you know, I have gone out with Aunt Lori on Black Friday for at least the past decade. Each year we become more lax about it. Uncle Frank has joined us for the past three years and now it's more like a lunch and movie day with minimal shopping thrown in. We have fun and there is no pressure. Keep hope alive.

     
  • At 5:26 PM, Blogger Not So Cosmo said…

    WW4S,

    Of course you're not a spaz about "Black Friday", but the masses go nuts. For those people that awake at like 5, or park near a fire hydrant because there's no spots left, they scare me. I've gone a few times, but there is no pressure, and I get there when I want. I also just end up shopping for myself. Hope Springs Eternal.

    ^_^

     
  • At 10:05 AM, Blogger Rogue Scholar said…

    I refuse to go out on Black Friday. This year Jake and his mom went out and bought obscene amount of things...not for Christmas,but just becuase. Me=bitter

     
  • At 10:26 AM, Blogger Not So Cosmo said…

    Rogue,

    LOL! That sounds about right. I was listening to the radio, and this guy called in to talk about the pandemonium at the mall. He said people were fighting (literally) over parking, and he had just paid some guy $20 for his parking space. He claimed it was worth it, but I say he only spent all the money he was trying to save by going on "Black Hole Friday". Commercialism and Consumerism are victors once again.
    Me=Biter also.

    N~S~C

     

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