It was in the early-mid 90s sometime. All I can recall now is his furious response and explanation about how I just couldn't understand that 'these people' (southern Italians) were subhuman, and if he parked his new car in Napoli someone would steal it or scratch simply for the fun of antagonizing him as a northerner. I didn't bother mentioning that as he lived in London his car had British plates, so how would they know? And that cars got stolen and scratched in places other than Naples. I mean he still had the baseball bat by the side of his chair.
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Unless they're handled really well, these Christmas newsletters seem really dismissive to me. There's something about their impersonality that feels like the sender is really saying 'I can't much be arsed with you, fuck off.'
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I got two of these this morning and was contemplating starting a thread...
One was just an in laws thing, catalogue of broken bones and trips to Lincolnshire, and small children's music lessons, but one was from a friend who always writes quite entertaining sarcastic ones. 'I'm on the anti-depressants again.'
Perhaps its just my love of trivia, but I like some of the Christmas letters we get. When I mean we, I mean my parents. They get letters from people who we haven't seen in a long time because they moved far away, etc, many of whom had kids my age. I get a small kick out of knowing that such and such that used to play in the sandbox with me at nursery school is now living in Everett, Washington and teaches high school math (or whatever the story is.)
Usually, the letters come from a matriarch detailing the lives of several children and grandchildren. I agree that some of them can be needlessly detailed and some tend to brag insufferably about the achievements of the kids.
I don't know how it is over there, but in the US it's traditional to send Christmas cards to just about everyone you've ever heard of. For example, in the film Field of Dreams Ray Kinsella tells Terrance Mann that if he'll just go with him to the baseball game once, he'll never bother him again - "not even a Christmas card." This illustrates how Christmas cards are the absolute minimum gesture of acquaintance.
I get Christmas cards from pr firms and device manufacturers that I talked to once. Usually, they aren't even signed, but sometimes they are. That's good business. My grampa used to send a hand-signed card to every client he ever had.
However, I don't send out Christmas cards. I have in the past, but it seemed pointless as I generally do a decent job of keeping up with people and I don't have a current address for those that those that I haven't kept up with.
I think it becomes more of a social obligation when you have a child and people want to see a picture of your child(ren) - or at least, it's an accepted social norm to believe that everyone wants to see a pictures of everyone's child(ren).
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