The Rich Girls I Know

I always think it is so weird to open presents in front of people. Even if it,s not the people that got them for you, it still sucks. If it is the person that got you the gift you have to make sure that you react like it,s rad and that you were planning on buying it any way and that you need it for the next time you do anything.

I got my dad some detective novel written in the 1930s and when he opened it he said, ,,How did you know?,,. That is too much of a reaction. Everybody knew that he had never wanted that book and probably can,t even read (he wears glasses so people think he can, just like Santa).

Pete Drake - Steel Away
It,s even harder if you have to open gifts in front of people that didn,t get them for you. You have to find that perfect middle ground of surprise, admiration, and care so you don,t look like the jerk that you are and they won,t taddle on you to the people that got them for you (tis the season). You have to act like you really needed the electric guitar key chain or Gore-Tex scarf that your uncle got you because he doesn,t remember that you dress like a human being.

I,m usually pretty into all the gifts I get though. I guess that makes me greedy. Whatever. If people are going to go through the effort of pretending they thought of me when they were buying the giant half-zip sweatshirt with weird collar and camouflage boxer briefs (also too big, I,m built like Anne Frank. Too soon?) from Kmart then the least I can do is be into it while I return it to get store credit and buy what I really wanted - the new Drake album. He came into my heart in a wheelchair but has left the confines of his shiny two-wheeled ambulatory monster to dance/rap and carve weird lines in the side of his hair. And that is what the season is all about.

Thanks Skin Flute