Happy Weekend!
As you are all surely getting into the spirit of Thanksgiving/planning out how to gracefully exit certain conversations with certain relatives, I thought we’d pregame here a bit today with the single greatest Thanksgiving song of all time … “It’s Thanksgiving” by Nicole Westbrook.
This banger was produced 11 years ago (so rude!) by Patrice Wilson, the same rich-kid-exploiting weirdo who brought us “Friday” by Rebecca Black (who is actually pretty good now!), which I think means it is now legally a classic, even if I am the only one who remembers it.
I mean, she sings into a turkey leg and has a weird Thanksgiving party with all children and one adult man in a turkey costume. What is better than that?
That’s not all I’m giving you to be thankful for this weekend, either. Because my friend threw an absolutely batshit 18th birthday party for her cat, Gertie, this week, complete with lottery tickets and a “trip” to a cat strip club … and there is video.
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Open Thread Chat Nov. 18. Caturday!
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My dad just died in June and I have been struggling with serious depression since then (though it's way better than it was).
I decided this year to "Surrender, Dorothy" and not even try the whole Thanksgiving thing.
Since I moved to CA, I have tried every year to re-make the family Thanksgiving of my childhood and youth. I didn't take into account that with just myself and one other assistant, and the kitchen facilities available to us, there is no fucking way I can accomplish that.
And I've tried every year, and have failed, and beaten myself up about it.
No more. I'm trying to get out of the "perfect, perform, please" meatgrinder and focus on self-care and compassion.
I ordered a ready-made dinner from our local frou frou market, and it has a turkey and like 6 side dishes. I may make an additional side of brussels sprouts and I need to do something for dessert, but I'm not busting my ass for the inevitable let down of not getting it "perfect" (when no such thing ever exists and I can't even approximate it with the resources and manpower I have on hand).
I am good with my decision.