The Brew’s Fairy Godmother, guest blogs to offer her thoughts on parenting in a crazy crazy world. A world where pre-teen girls get back to school weaves…a world where a young man’s jeggings are so tight you can see his future babies. A world that baffles this childfree Witch. -E
Every year on the day after Thanksgiving I make the same proclamation to my kids that my father used to make to me – “I’m Black every Friday!” When my kids were old enough to appreciate my tongue in cheek, they would laugh along with me and throw in their own two cents. “Word! We’re Black peeeeepuulllll all-day, ‘erry day!” Now that they are older, they give me the same eye roll and teeth suck I used to give my father. “Whatever, moooooooooooooommmmmm! Black people shop too!”
My kids are now consumers. Not only are they believing the corporate hype that is constantly telling them what they want and need, but they are buying it lock, stock, and barrel whether or not it’s on sale. I thought my early sermons about “the man” trying to get the masses to buy doo-doo on a stick and sell igloos to Eskimos would have paid off and made my kids conscious shoppers. Brother Malcolm himself would have been proud of the lectures I gave them! “We did not land on Plymouth Rock! Plymouth Rock landed on us and tried to sell us this dumb t-shirt!” Instead, my “chickens coming home to roost” is my nine year old telling me she can’t wait to see what going to be on sale on Black Friday in October and pricing cell phones likes she’s actually going to get one. Ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!!
Many businesses will not see one red cent of my money based on their political ties, labor policies, or shop-and-frisk practices. “Well that’s you and your money,” my fourteen year old says after telling me he wants to get a t-shirt from a chain store I’ve said we will not support. “Why can’t I spend my money on whatever and where ever I want?” Apparently he keeps throwing away the memo that says “Your money IS my money (a.k.a where do you think your money comes from?)! I’ve told them both, don’t give your money to people who will take that same money and use it against you and/or your interests. And don’t let people hoodwink you into thinking that if you don’t get up and stand in line to get in some store at the crack of arse you are missing out on some kind of “savings.” “WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!!!” in my Laurence Fishburne School Days voice, but all I get is the eye roll and teeth suck. What happened to the militant midgets who used co-sign my fight the power orations?
I heard my son say, “Today is Black Friday.” I was hoping my daughter would pick up the torch and respond, “We’re BLACK EVERYFRIDAY!!” Instead she said with a deep sigh, “Yeah, but mom said we’re not going shopping,” like this was news. Damn skippy, kids. We’re not going shopping. We’re not door busting. We’re not buying jacked up priced merchandise we don’t need anyway – 50% off or otherwise. We Are black every Friday and we’re not for sale!
Fairy G is out –like that flat screen TV” the man” told you was on sale!
-By Elise Chance aka Fairy Godmother