I don’t have a problem with the idea of Black Friday: that is, the hoi polloi availing themselves of some admittedly pretty good price breaks so they can get their own Farting Elmo for their fat, spoiled kids. I’m totally cool with that. The pushing and shoving “Lord of the Flies” atmosphere I’m less cool with. And when stores start opening up on Thanksgiving itself, forcing employees to work on holidays, you’ve lost me.
And knowing crowds passed by striking workers at Wal-Mart so they could stomp on someone’s face in order to be the first to grab Limited Edition “Twilight” 360 with Kinect makes me pretty sad.
So, yeah, there’s lots to find frowny-making about Black Friday, but I’m not sure impugning the motives (which, by the way, you’re not privy to) of serious shoppers is a great thing. Hell, I used to half-heartedly shop on Black Fridays myself, until I reached my late 20’s and discovered I hate people. I call that epiphany my Festivus Miracle.