"Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice"
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Dave Barry’s joke lands because it treats American consumerism the way religion treats ritual: as something you practice whether or not you believe. “Once again” has the weary cadence of liturgy, the annual return of obligations you didn’t sign up for but somehow keep reenacting. By calling the holiday season “deeply religious” and immediately redefining worship as mall-going, Barry doesn’t just dunk on shopping; he exposes how easily reverence gets rerouted into retail choreography.
The line “each of us observes, in his own way” is the slyest twist. It borrows the tolerant language of pluralism and personal faith, then applies it to brand preference. Your “own way” isn’t theology; it’s whether you’re a Target person, a Macy’s person, an online-at-2-a.m. person. Barry’s subtext is that modern identity is less about doctrine than consumption patterns, and our culture grants those patterns the dignity of moral choice.
Context matters: Barry’s long-running comic persona is the affable suburban reporter of late-20th-century America, a time when malls were civic centers, not just commercial zones. The joke plays like a postcard from peak mall culture, when the holiday “experience” was fluorescent lights, food courts, and artificial urgency. It works because it’s not pure cynicism; it’s recognition. The laugh comes with a wince: we’ve traded sacred time for a scavenger hunt, and we keep calling it tradition.
The line “each of us observes, in his own way” is the slyest twist. It borrows the tolerant language of pluralism and personal faith, then applies it to brand preference. Your “own way” isn’t theology; it’s whether you’re a Target person, a Macy’s person, an online-at-2-a.m. person. Barry’s subtext is that modern identity is less about doctrine than consumption patterns, and our culture grants those patterns the dignity of moral choice.
Context matters: Barry’s long-running comic persona is the affable suburban reporter of late-20th-century America, a time when malls were civic centers, not just commercial zones. The joke plays like a postcard from peak mall culture, when the holiday “experience” was fluorescent lights, food courts, and artificial urgency. It works because it’s not pure cynicism; it’s recognition. The laugh comes with a wince: we’ve traded sacred time for a scavenger hunt, and we keep calling it tradition.
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