And thus, the annual orgy of consumerism is upon us. Are you one of those people who thinks Christmas has become too commercialised, without actually giving any actual historical precedent for what you think Christmas is actually for?
Fair enough if you don't like Christmas because you're on your own, or your cat died on Christmas Day when you were six, or you follow some other religion, or something. But be honest about it, and don't try to dress up your objection as some sort of moralistic crusade against capitalism. It just makes you look holier-than-thou and stupid.
Buying presents is great. Getting them is even better.
I mean, you've never been to church, so what is your objection? Plus, let's face it... given your age, have you ever known a time when Christmas wasn't commercialised? Could it be that you're just objecting on knee-jerk principle, for the sake of being controversial, and because you're too scared to make yourself appear vulnerable? Might be worth having a think about exactly why you're always being so thoroughly contrary.
Here's another idea: if you don't like that people getting loads of presents for one another at Christmas, as an expression of their love and affection, why don't you try keeping your mouth shut?
Anyway... behold a gallery of video game kids from the olden days, when nobody gave a flying tart about how commercialised Christmas had become.
Fair enough if you don't like Christmas because you're on your own, or your cat died on Christmas Day when you were six, or you follow some other religion, or something. But be honest about it, and don't try to dress up your objection as some sort of moralistic crusade against capitalism. It just makes you look holier-than-thou and stupid.
Buying presents is great. Getting them is even better.
I mean, you've never been to church, so what is your objection? Plus, let's face it... given your age, have you ever known a time when Christmas wasn't commercialised? Could it be that you're just objecting on knee-jerk principle, for the sake of being controversial, and because you're too scared to make yourself appear vulnerable? Might be worth having a think about exactly why you're always being so thoroughly contrary.
Here's another idea: if you don't like that people getting loads of presents for one another at Christmas, as an expression of their love and affection, why don't you try keeping your mouth shut?
Anyway... behold a gallery of video game kids from the olden days, when nobody gave a flying tart about how commercialised Christmas had become.
These two are far too young to get the most out of an Atari VCS. No wonder they grew up to be failed Eurovision contenders Jemini.
Spot the murderer #1. Cause of death: asphyxiation by E.T. stocking.
Somebody forgot to have his Ritalin.
Any parent will look at this photograph and feel a knot in their stomach; that's not so much a games console, as an argument waiting to happen.
Spot the murderer #2. Cause of death: Head in fire.
You're right for thinking that this boy looks about two weeks from going into hospital for his final run of treatment. Indeed, the NES shall be the final gift he ever receives.
He got everything he wanted for Christmas: a TCR set, a skateboard, a Pong machine... and a medical training mannequin so that he can practice giving granny "CPR".
CHILD (left): "AIEEEE! This Commodore 64 is hot to the touch!"
Grey t-shirt boy: "Does my lipstick complement the Nintendo?"
Black t-shirt boy: "Nintendo is for babies!"
Black t-shirt boy: "Nintendo is for babies!"
Blue Jumper Boy: "Does my lipstick complement the Master System?"
Other boy: "I can't breathe."
Other boy: "I can't breathe."
Look closely now. This boy is a) Wearing a pair of E.T. pyjamas, and b) Attempting to open his Atari Game Centre... WITH A SPOON. That's right: it's a young Uri Geller.
Oh dear. Pale Blue PJs is trying to look pleased for his Texas Instruments Home Computer, but he's not fooling anyone. Look at Pale Green PJs; he's not even bothering. Soon they shall retire to their room to weep.
See the terror in the child's eyes, as mom's new boyfriend, Lonnie, hogs the Atari. Child... Lonnie will never let you have your turn. Later tonight he's going to be selling that Atari to buy some more delicious meth.
Girl: "Pole Position? But I wanted Strawberry Shortcake Musical Match-Ups..."
Parent (off): "Just try to look grateful for once in your life."
Boy: "I put tape over the dog's eyes and glued its mouth shut."
Parent (off): "Just try to look grateful for once in your life."
Boy: "I put tape over the dog's eyes and glued its mouth shut."
Six months from now they'll be wandering around in a daze, wondering what happened...
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