It's Black Friday! For some, a joyous day of bargains; for the cynics, a kickoff to the annual festival of peppermint and debt we call Christmas. If you were incapacitated by a bolus of turkey yesterday, you didn't get off the sofa to participate in pre-Black Friday Thanksgiving sales. But even if you were at Macy's yesterday throwing elbows to get that Thigh D'Amour perfume gift-set, there's something tingly about today no one can ignore. BECAUSE THE MEDIA WILL NOT LET YOU.
As part of the media, let me do my part to pretend this day is an integral part of our shared cultural experience and answer any questions you may have.
Q: Why is it called Black Friday?
A: It goes back to colonial times. The day after Thanksgiving men would put on hats with enormous buckles above the brim and go out to "make merrie," which involved smearing coal on their faces and buying bags of chestnuts, which they would roast, salt, dice, then throw away because good Lord those things are nasty.
President McKinley made Black Friday a national holiday in A.D. 1899. (A.D. 19.80 when you added the tax.) The holiday was suspended during the early years of World War II, when people were encouraged to spend the day bringing scrap metal to the fire station for conversion into armaments in exchange for a coupon entitling them to an extra ration of Victory Rutabagas.
The holiday was revived in 1947, although to this day major retailers keep rutabaga coupons on hand in case an old feller walks in with a length of gutter.
Q: Do I have to go shopping?
A: Yes. Minnesota Statue 145-5(b) requires all citizens to show up at the mall of their choice and purchase something. Stopping at SuperAmerica for jerky does not qualify, unless you can present within 30 days of Christmas photographic proof that it was gifted in an appropriate holiday setting.