An Afternoon Comment Diversion / Dustin Rowles
Comment Diversions | November 26, 2008 | Comments ()
Hey, y’all. Thanksgiving is two days away now, and tomorrow is a short day, so I’m unleashing this week’s comment diversion a day early to take advantage of the traffic while it’s still here. I was trying to think of something both snarky and Thanksgiving-y for this week’s comment diversion, but I decided to try another tack.
There’s something I kind of loathe about Thanksgiving with the family, especially when friends or relatives I’m not that close to are around. Hell, even when relatives I am close to are there, I tend to get really self-conscious when the family does that whole, obligatory, “things we’re thankful for” claptrap right before the meal. I’m a sheepish person and I’m also a dude, so whenever I find my heart anywhere near my sleeve, I take the nearest sharp instrument and jab at it. Unless it’s for a man crush, I don’t like public pronouncements of affection. I am recoiling already at the thought of sharing my list of thanks. Earnestness is the devil.
But, fuck it: I’m among friends, most of whom I haven’t met personally, and y’all are mostly anonymous with one another, but for the exchanges over on Facebook. So let’s do this — spill your guts, folks. Give that cringe-worthy, embarrassing Thanksgiving tradition a dry run among your virtual friends. Let’s be uncool, folks. As Lester Bangs said in Almost Famous: “The only true currency in this bankrupt world … is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.”
Here’s my true currency, and I hope to hell you folks don’t leave me embarrassed and whipping in the wind alone here. I am thankful for: Well, Lil Pajiba and Mrs. Pajiba-hyphenate, of course, both of whom indulge me and my idiosyncrasies in real life. Every goddamn day. And, more than you can possibly know, I’m thankful for this goddamn site, the writers and friends who contribute to it, all of whom I admire and respect personally; the personality and the personalities that make up the community — the Eloquents, our awesome trolls, the Paheeba ladies, the alcoholics and the geeks; and the fact that so many of you actually contribute a few seconds, minutes or more to being here. And to Pink, of course, and to so many of you whose real lives are inspiring forces in this bankrupt world of ours.
Now, where’s that goddamn ice pick. I’m feeling stabby, and there’s a vital organ right there out in the open.
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