Ummmmm maybe my family was the odd one out but when in the hell did Easter become Christmas # 2 for people???? I remember my childhood when Easter morning meant waking up to a map placed on my night stand giving me a path to follow through the house and once I got to the X I found my Easter bunny! not walking out into the living room and having a shit load of gifts laid out for me….maybe people are trying to be more health conscious and go a little less on the chocolate side?? I’m not quite sure what the reason for the massive amount of gifts and no Easter egg hunt is, but it makes me sad most children don’t seem to get that thrill anymore of waking up to a house full of hidden Easter eggs. Too me that was what was fun about my childhood Easter mornings. —Confused
This article appears in Mar 28 – Apr 3, 2013.
They have to show off how much money they have, and how much they spoil their children.
We always got some chocolate, our egg hunt and a little basket with something spring-y, maybe a new skipping rope (from the biway of course) or some bubbles or sidewalk chalk. Its unreal what kids get now.
The Captain would awake as a child with hopes…
It seems nowadays kids awake with expectations. And if those expectations are not met…..
PREACH!
I can agree with this bitch, I remember waking up and there’d be an easter basket with a bunny and maybe an action figure and some other chocolate goodies. I remember one morning getting up and going downstairs and the step mother had her grandchildren over.
I swore to god the only thing missing was a christmas tree, the amount of presents was sickening.
We usually got a new skipping rope too. Imagine! Kids going outside and skipping (or any other kind of play for that matter!) with the neigbourhood kids now! What a crazy notion!
One year I got a new green plastic garbage basket for my bedroom. My ma was a little odd.
what happened to jesus freaks complaining about how xmas and easter were about christ and not chocolate?
It’s just another commerical holiday and all this gift giving is bullshit. But the stores who hawk their overpriced Easter gifts fucking love it!
Coming up next: Mother’s Day – guilt and newspaper flyers – a winning combination for retailers.
skipping rope here, when we lived in ottawa i was the queen of this http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/2940/39…
I remember one sweet ass year getting a pink skip it from the bunny. I also remember ending up with 20 stitches that night. Thanks you piece of shit bunny.
This is not a new phenomenon. When I was twelve, the boys down the road from me got a mini-bike one year and a ski-doo the next. Its Fucking Easter. All I got was some cheap ass chocolate balls and a shitty bunny with fucking rice chrispies in it.
I never did get a bunny with rice crispies in it. I believe it was McCormacks cream eggs that were the best egg-wise. None of that marshmallow crap. Except for Peeps, of course.
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A skipping rope or a batta ball and some marshmellow eggs, the colored ones. That was our easter. We loved it. Today it is as overdone as Christmas. That is very sad.
Those rice crispy chocolate bunnies are the bomb stephen.
EXACTLY!! Finally, someone who feels the same way! My daughters friends all got bikes, or video games, and even new cell phoned.like, wtf? Ridiculous!
back in the day you could have birthday parties without giving out the dreaded *treat bag* what the hell, kid, you got pizza and cake and swimming. not in that order, swimming first
Hi everyone, im new…been lurking for a while now, figured i’d join in. My parents would mix it up, one chocolate bunny and one white. They would just give it to me on easter, no mad hunt for it and I still enjoyed it! no need for gifts, gifts were strictly for bdays and xmas.
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Thank you paingirl!
When I was a kid, I got sick after overloading on those sugary easter eggs in their shiny sugary shells, red ones first, then pink, blue and yucky yellow. Haven’t touched one since 1966.
I’ve heard college kids in the States have Peep eating contests to see who can stuff the most Peeps in their gobs.
I went to the Dominican Republic when I was in Grade 12 (with my own money). I met a girl there from St. Louis, she said this trip was her HALF birthday present, yes that’s right! HALF birthday! You know, it’s the day six months from your real birthday.
Bienvenue, yearroundblues!
Easter consisted racing around the house trying to find hidden candy versus my brothers who were doing the same. It got intense and kept my parents entertained. Being the youngest ,I tended to get short-shrifted. Not that I’m still bitter about it.
My grandkids got presents (lots of them) and an egg hunt. Their haul looked like Halloween and Christmas combined.
Well, I checked out the bitch board this lovely morning and what a nice surprise. Seems the bullshit has died down!
I used to get a basket with chocolate and a toy or something (a barbie or something similar — nothing like the big gift I always got for xmas) and a stuffed bunny, and I always got something from my mom’s parents. I can only remember one easter when my mom went all the frig out and got me a HUGGGGGGGE basket of stuff like art supplies, candy, chocolate, etc…. The basket was bigger than wogdog’s vag, guys!
Once I was diagnosed with diabetes, I got money from the grandparents and my mom would get me a small chocolate bunny and more non-chocolate stuff (like toys).
I still get money from my grandfather (he still gives all the grandkids, who have all grown up, money for valentines, easter, halloween, our birthdays, xmas, etc…). My mom gave me a starbucks card. And won’t let me buy anything for her with it because she ‘didn’t get it for me to spend it on her.’
my parents hid the baskets with chocolate and a skipping rope of something BUT each child had their name on their basket so there was no confusion. worked well.
Easter is more important than Christmas in the Catholic faith.
Jesus’ rising from the dead is a niftier trick than a virgin giving birth.
The only thing I can remember getting for easter that wasn’t candy was an old nes first person helicopter game….
premise and all, a very forgettable holiday.
Easter morning my favorite thing was ALWAYS finding the eggs, my dad was a genius egg hider and I wouldn’t even look at my spread till I found all 12 real hard boiled eggs some of which I got to decorate the rest were decorated by my parents and that was the best part to me. I got a chocolate bunny and some peeps and jellybeans. I did get gifts as well but I was also an only child with two working parents. I usually got a new swimsuit or summer outfit, bubbles, chalk and a jump rope.
What disgusts me is how my generation (20 somethings) feel the need to catalogue and show off everything they buy their kids via social media. Easter weekend I read countless statuses of “oops I must’ve thought it was christmas hehehe oh well my kid(s) will be happy that’s what matters” when all that really matters to them is making sure everyone sees how much shit they bought their brat kid(s) because then they post a photo of a sofa overflowing with candy and every kind of toy imaginable, all of which will probably be broken and trashed before summer arrives. It’s truly gross, we are robbing these kids of the simple joys like an Easter egg hunt, or gosh forbid the true meaning of Easter (what is it again the Easter bunny rose out of his grave and saw his shadow so we get six more weeks of winter and eat chocolate to console ourselves?) something like that…
Every holiday we get our boys (2 and 3) much less than everyone else gets them. With 3 sets of grandparents and a set of great grandparents they get the shit spoiled out of them and sometimes it really frustrates me when extended relatives buy really junky big toys that I just donate or toss. Whatever happened to useful gifts? Or for crap sakes even just a card! My kids have so much stuff every few months I have to go through everything and toss out the cheap stuff that’s broken or give away the things they don’t like.
I feel like parents today are so concerned with their appearance (because they’re constantly blasting their life on facecrack twitbrain and instastalkers) that they just bury their kids under piles of designer clothes and shove stff at them all day to show what good parents they are. The result is a bunch of bratty youths that expect to be constantly showered with crap and appreciate nothing. Especially things that were hand made, Im no master baker but I really enjoy decorating fancy cakes for my sons birthdays as a labor of love and they love it! Last year I made awesome cookie minster cupcakes complete with half a cookie in the mouth, blue icing fur and googly marshmallow and chocolate chip eyes. All my friends kids loved them and admired them before digging in and these kids are all 3 and under. The next day the neighbors greedy rude spoiled with everything but parental guidance came pounding on the door looking for leftovers. I was excited to show the cupcakes off so I gave her one. This 6 year old scag snorted at it and then ran off, no “wow neat” or even “thanks”. That’s what we’re creating. An even worse even more entitled and unappreciative generation of wannabe trophy spouses and welfare scammers.
Sometimes I wonder if I should start breeding a child army just to do my part in battling this garbage generation in the making.
He used real eggs?
Glad he didn’t forget if you missed any.
That could get real rank in a hurry.
Hey who gave yearroundblues two dislikes for thanking paingirl?! Fargin bastitches!
Nah Zed the raccoons would find them first.
About 10 years ago.
WHAT IS THE SELF?
“Too (sic) me that was what was fun about my childhood Easter mornings.” Confused
“self, n, Person’s or thing’s own individuality or essence, person or thing as object of introspection or reflexive action.” The Concise Oxford Dictionary
While infantile in both conception and expression, Confused raises an interesting question. For him Easter has little or no meaning beyond its impact on himself. For him the fact that it is Christianity’s principal holy day – the celebration of the resurrection of Christ – is irrelevant. What matters is that most children today don’t seem to get the thrill anymore of waking up to a house full of Easter eggs. Well, yes, but what is the dominant characteristic which dominates Confused’s thinking? That’s right. His thought is completely self-referential, a quality which one frequently – always? – encounters on this site. But to be self-referential presupposes some conception of that to which reference is made. What is that? That’s right. It is the self. But what is the self?
The COD makes reference to the self’s individuality, to its essence while, at the same time, such an essence or individuality is an object of introspection. Does this make sense? How can one make one’s own essence an object of one’s own introspection? How can it engage in such reflexive activity? Is there more than one self? For example, when we speak of someone “talking to himself” who is doing the talking and who is doing the listening? Does S1 talk while S2 listens? If that is so, then which is the person’s real essence, which is his real individuality? S1 or S2?
Some say that the self is the accumulation of stored memories or cultural conditioning. But is this true? Are we prisoners of our memories and/or cultural conditioning? Is man completely passive? It would seem not. Such an account of the self overlooks the role of the self’s agency, that by means of which he can act both on his own memories and his culture. But where does such agency come from?
If the concept of the self is to have any meaning it must ultimately reside in the mind. The self conceived as the mind enables it to both an object of conscious reflection and the initiator of that conscious reflection. But what is the mind? How is its consciousness to be conceived? Mind-states cannot be reduced to brain-states. The mind is not an object of neurophysiology or of psychology where it appeals to such neurohysiology. The mind is the
is the object of philosophy. That is why philosophy is interesting in ways that neurophysiology and psychology is not.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
In the same breath you could also mention that why is Christmas AND Easter all about the gifts and showing off? I am MORE than happy getting a few tea towels, or a grocery gift card. Being a less than welathy, young person in Halifax – getting those things would be a Christmas (OR EASTER) miracle.
I agre. but if you got any thing you don want leav it on the step and Ill pick it rite up. leftovers are welcom anytime. choklat wood be a grate tret from the ole hags cokies. ugh!
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My little girl gets pretty much the same as what DH and I got growing up: a couple bunnies, some eggs and jellybeans, a few clothes for spring, and a couple toys mainly for outside.
It’s one of the five occasions that we buy anything for her, and it’s planned ahead for the most part: Easter, grading (not much here, max about $10-20); back-to-school, birthdays and Christmas. If a bike was needed/wanted/warranted, it was part of the Easter spread. Boots and winter coats and hockey sticks and skates and sleds were part of what one found under the tree – that sort of thing. There was none of this heading to the shops every week or every day for this or that: if a child wanted something they waited for the appropriate occasion to get it. Nowadays it seems that few people plan out their purchasing for such things and don’t know how it can save them money over the long haul.