To Angry Atheists, at Christmastime.
Hayley recently came across an article discussing the hardships of being an atheist during the holiday season. She believes her childhood experiences with Christmas were very similar those atheists complain about, and she never complained when she was young.
Weekend World Change
I didn’t read Elie Wiesel’s Night in high school with everyone else. In fact, I just finished it the other night, shortly before Todd asked me what he should write about for this weekend’s Weekend World Change (though it’s kind of starting to be Every Third Weekend World Change, isn’t it?). Since Wiesel’s story was still rolling around in my brain, and probably will be for some time, I told him he should ask people to contribute to The Elie Wiesel Foundation for Humanity. The foundation had invested nearly all of its assets with Bernie Madoff, and so those assets are essentially gone. I know they’re not going to make back their $15.2 million based on the contributions from this blog’s readers alone (Hi Mom and Dad!), but every bit helps, so this weekend we encourage you to give $10 to the foundation. After that (or before; you choose) you should also read Night if you, like me, somehow made it out of the public school system without being assigned to read it.
If you’ve got a way to change the world, leave a comment with a link. Have a great weekend!
Frakking Bears
Supposedly, I am an advertiser’s nightmare.
I pay attention to commercials and find plot inconsistencies, grammatical errors, poor line readings, ridiculous scenarios and tons of flawed logic on the part of the writers and producers. If they expect me to ignore the fantastic capabilities of my DVR and actually sit through their ads, they need to put a little more effort into not making their ads asinine.
And as may have been previously discussed in this space, I bristle at someone telling me what to do, so when someone on TV tells me to buy a certain product my natural inclination is to avoid buying that product just so that they know I can’t be told what to do.
There have been many products that I have avoided based solely on their lame/bossy commercials, but never has a product’s advertisements incited the anger I feel when the Charmin bears come on my screen. They’re stupid, nonsensical, and gross. I will sit through used car and fast food commercials, but I will mute and turn away from those Charmin ads.
I refuse to buy their product, but they are tricky and bought the prime shelf space at the grocery store, so I have had to teach myself to be much more cognizant of my toilet paper choices. No more strolling down the aisle and absentmindedly grabbing a package off the shelf while continuing to push the cart for me.
No, I hate those bears and will not buy Charmin toilet paper until they find a new ad campaign and issue an apology to America for foisting those bears upon us.
The end.