Question Of The Week: Doesn't Thanksgiving Deserve Better Television Specials?

All Thanksgiving gets is a lousy parade...
All Thanksgiving gets is a lousy parade...

Yeah, there's that Charlie Brown deal. But it's nowhere near as popular as the Great Pumpkin bit or the famous Christmas episode. Daffy Duck did a couple of nice skits, but that was a long time ago.

Halloween and Christmas get all the good specials. All Thanksgiving ends up with is a Macy's parade and the Cowboys. And then we give the holiday a final slap in the face by adding a Lions game.

Is that fair? Why hasn't America's most popular family holiday resonated when it comes to cartoons and other specials? Are we afraid of offending the Indians? Hell, the Pilgrims gave 'em a good meal before sending them packing.

Results from last week, in which we asked (in a kind, loving, family-oriented kind of way) if there was a restaurant in Dallas that isn't full of douche bags:

Well, there were quite a few responses to wade through. Several places were pinpointed for douchery, of course. On the other end of the spectrum, tijbbari says "I'll give a shout out to the more blue collar suburbs, like Garland for not having many DBs."

The appropriately named Massengill declares it an issue of race and class (although that will be disputed later), pointing out that "Douche bags are almost always middle to upper-middle class whites. Go to any restaurant that caters to poor people, blacks, Mexican-Americans, Vietnamese, or Chinese, and it'll be douche bag free."

Doug M says the label is a matter of convenience: "I think we love to claim that Dallas is full of doucebags in general. Just like Austin is full of hippies and Houston is full of morbidly obese people who sweat....a lot. It's fun to pick one attribute of a city and overly proclaim it."

We pulled parts of two DallasDude comments into one extensive explanation: "I know Uptown takes a beating, but sometimes I question the motive of the one slinging the douche bag arrow, and am uncertain that the person attempting to label isn't in actuality the true douche bag in this case. More like the uninvited pressing his nose to the glass wishing it was he at the dance fingering Carol Ann McEvoy, the prom queen, with one hand and swilling Knob Creek with the other. Douche bags are certainly in no short supply, but I think we need to think twice before labeling and ask ourselves why we aren't having as much fun. Maybe because we are douche bags? With my theory, the usual people being labeled douche are the ones enjoying their venue to its fullest. Wall Flowers are simply socially inept douches. Perhaps I could issue a douche label to the over-the-top person that infinges on others otherwise wonderful non-douche evening. But I prefer the old fashioned label of pure 'asshole'. So in recap: Douche is one that is not necessarily an asshole, but tries to bring the party down by pissing their douche wash onto the cake. An asshole is the one who dances on the table and actually eats the cake. The remaining are simply people having a good time watching the assholes and douches."

But this is a more inclusive point, from Bill/Phil--in part refuting the race/class argument: "The thing about douchebags--and the reason we find them in restaurants on Greenville, Uptown, and in the Burbs (in Dallas, Houston, or wherever)--is that they transcend our normal classifications. Thus, your $30,000 millionaire in Uptown, your beefcake wearing Ed Hardy at Sense, and your yo-boys wearing basketball jerseys with baggy jeans in Red Oak, are all equally douchey. I tend to very loosely equate the idea of being a douchebag to that of being a cheesecock."

Damn cheesecocks.

We'll give the final word to slippy, who summed things up with: "I think what we can all agree to is that, pretty much, everyone is a judgmental, selfish, clique-y ass... 'cept me."


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