I think Dickens is to blame. Every Christmas, several newspapers publish tearjerking profiles of local Tiny Tims. The Star Tribune did it, as did the the New York Times. Some are better written and less condescending than others, but they seem to share a common purpose: giving their readers warm fuzzies that evoke a vague sort of holiday sentiment. It’s manipulative and calculated, but far be it from me to be a grinch and decry this seasonal brand of infotainment that has its roots in a 19th century Victorian chapbook. I’m all about peace on earth and goodwill and whatever. That’s why I’ve already forgiven the guy who was standing in front of me in the checkout line at Target the other night; the guy who looked back at me, smiled, and exclaimed, “Hey, buddy!”
One of my resolutions for the New Year might include being a lot more blunt with people.
I am boy on New York Times article.
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