But, have you noticed, whenever we voice this opinion there's huge peer pressure to the effect that we're spoilsports, sourpusses, Scrooges, you name it.
But consider another example. I love snow -- I love its falling, I love going out and romping in it, I love throwing snowballs. Gimme a sledge and you're a friend for life. By contrast, Pam really dislikes snow.
I say that's fair enough: we're all different. Yet would all the folks who think you and I are grinches for loathing Christmas say the same about Pam's dislike of snow?
No, obviously: and neither should they. I defend to the death, etc., her right to have that extraordinarily irriational dislike. Yet Christmas seems to exert on all of us this curious emotional blackmail whereby we're somehow reprehensible if we think the whole repulsive quagmire is just plain disgusting. (You have no idea of the self-censorship that went into that last sentence.)
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But, have you noticed, whenever we voice this opinion there's huge peer pressure to the effect that we're spoilsports, sourpusses, Scrooges, you name it.
But consider another example. I love snow -- I love its falling, I love going out and romping in it, I love throwing snowballs. Gimme a sledge and you're a friend for life. By contrast, Pam really dislikes snow.
I say that's fair enough: we're all different. Yet would all the folks who think you and I are grinches for loathing Christmas say the same about Pam's dislike of snow?
No, obviously: and neither should they. I defend to the death, etc., her right to have that extraordinarily irriational dislike. Yet Christmas seems to exert on all of us this curious emotional blackmail whereby we're somehow reprehensible if we think the whole repulsive quagmire is just plain disgusting. (You have no idea of the self-censorship that went into that last sentence.)
On a related subject, you might be amused by this: http://www.nypost.com/seven/11262008/news/politics/let_santa_light_the_menorah_140965.htm.