There’s a war in this country between people in love with consumerism and those who seem dead set on stopping it. I’m a conscientious objector in that war, because I’m not on either side. I defend the right of people to be as shallow and materialistic as they want to be, but it doesn’t mean I like it.
Few things symbolize our consumer culture the way the Christmas buying season does, and the focal point of that season seems to be the traditional opening — the day after Thanksgiving that we’ve come to call Black Friday.
Three days ago, I wrote about the efforts of anti-consumer activists — who I’d say are downright socialist in their orientation — to stop people from buying from major companies on Black Friday this year. The people waiting in line for a Black Friday sale here Thursday night certainly didn’t believe that big companies were dictating anything to them. It’s when I look at these two groups — the materialist-oriented throngs of shoppers on one side and the anti-consumerist socialist activists on the other — that I realize just how ambivalent I really am about this. I don’t like or agree with either side.

I want to help out of pure love, but human motives are messy
HUMOR: The senator chooses whether to live in heaven or hell
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
As financial pain piles up, things just might turn ugly in America
Trivial objects have power to be containers for strong emotions
When voters insist on lies, politicians follow their incentives and lie
At life’s end, who we’ve loved will matter more than what we’ve owned
When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
I’m more afraid of sanctimonious smart people than of stupid people