I was not planning to write anything today, much less write
a post about pancakes, yet here I am and look what has happened.
Tradition is quite the phenomenon. It drives us to do the
same fucking thing over and over and over again, year after year, without
tiring of it—much less driving ourselves batshit crazy. How human of us.
And with Easter approaching, we can expect to carry out the
same traditions once again, whether we like it or not. Family gatherings, for
one. Nobody really likes those, do
they? Much easier to send each other tidings of joy through Facebook.
Then you have the traditions of food. There shall be honey-glazed
ham; mashed potatoes; that addictive, crunchy ramen salad; and of course
chocolate bunnies and goddamn jelly beans. I mean it this time: Are you there, God? It’s me, June Baby, and
I’d like you to damn jelly beans to their well-deserved vomit-filled Hell. Literally.
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| Because fuck you. source |