Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Grass

Dear manufacturers of Easter Grass,

I'm not sure what Jesus and all them had in mind with all that stuff - you never can tell what these artists are up to - but nothing says Easter to me like a mysterious over-sized rabbit that lays artificially colored candy eggs for children. And your product brings this miracle of Easter front and center. But what I adore and respect most about your product is that - I hope you will forgive me - it is one of those products that I don't have to buy if I don't want it. Let me rejoice, I (heart) your product.

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  1. Today, more than any day in my life, the power of Cheap Easter Crap really sank in. Between their mother, their grandmothers, and their aunt, my kids are just drowning in Cheap Easter Crap. It's a sight to behold. My favorites so far:
    * a toy parachute holding the easter bunny that performs worse than one made with a plastic bag and dental floss.
    * A paddle-ball toy that likely cost the American distributor less than one cent on their invoice. Whose brilliant idea was it to paint easter eggs on a paddle ball? That person should get a raise.
    * an easter bunny soap bubble wand that is yet to successfully create one fully formed soap bubble.

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  2. That sounds lovely. I wonder what the life span of some of that product is. 10 minutes?

    Some people use the phrase "Cheap Easter Crap". I prefer "Mother Walmart's bountiful buffet of everyday-low-price disposable Easter product plentifulness".

    I was wondering, in the home of a capitalist, when children receive such a bountiful Easter buffet, does it - how shall I say - come with a message?

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  3. The message in my house: Easter Sunday is a time to collect odd pieces of plastic and eat jelly beans.

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