Well, here we are again, at the culmination of the Black Friday celebrations. After an exciting ‘Black Friday Week’ in which the deals were, quite literally, too good to be true, we arrive at the day itself.
Black Friday Day.
Surely everyone’s favourite day of the year.
A magical day.
I’ve already bought five new TVs this morning alone.
It’s just a shame I’ve got to go to work, or I’d have probably bought another one.
To go with the sixth new sofa I’ve purchased.
Two years ago, I wrote about what a bizarre concept Black Friday is, particularly the preposterous way we have appropriated it here in the UK.
I’d have been totally fine with us appropriating Thanksgiving, which as far as I can tell is a bit like Christmas but in November.
I could get on board with that.
But Black Friday without a preceding Thanksgiving is lamentable.
Obviously because I wrote about it two years ago, there’s no point in me rehashing the same arguments – they haven’t changed so you can read them again by clicking here.
Did you read it?
Don’t I make a compelling case?
So why is it still going on?
Can someone please sort this out?
Or at least make the supposed ‘deals’ actually worthwhile?
I don’t want to be having this conversation next year.
It needs to stop.