I live in Western Pennsylvania. I always try to pretend that where I live is much more civilized than it actually is. Then, every so often, something will come along that completely shatters my little pink bubble of cultural sophistication. That something came in the paper today. It was an ad from an outlet mall about an hour north of me. I was going to pretend that this hour separation made a world of difference, but really, why kid myself. Here’s what it was advertising:
Deer Widows Day Sale!! Monday, Nov. 28!! (For those of you who actually live in civilization, “deer widows” are all of the women left at home on the first day of hunting season, while all of the men-folk are out slaughtering Bambi.) But what about the small children, you know, the ones too small to hold a gun (think under 3)? Bring them!! They can get *free deer antlers*!! Because what little kid wouldn’t want that??!! And, even better, after getting their antlers, they can meet Santa…and Rudolph. Think about that for about 10 seconds. Let the irony really sink in. Then let out a gigantic primal scream. Trust me, you’ll feel better.
Welcome to my world.
