Make Thanksgiving a “sexy” holiday like Halloween is now. Girls dressed as sexy Pilgrims and Indians, sexy turkeys, sexy green bean casserole, and sexy giblets.
I hate the holidays. Not like, “Oh, I hate the holidays,” and then I go do it anyway. I mean it like, I do not do it. When the girl at the bookstore the day after Thanksgiving asked me, “Did you enjoy your Thanksgiving?” and stuffed my new copy of U-Turn: What If You Woke Up One Morning and Realized You Were Living the Wrong Life? into a bag, I said, “I abstained.”