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UPSETTING DAY

Upsetting Day: Dystopian Christmas Villages 🌭

If you’re from the midwest, you will be familiar with Christmas villages. They’re large ceramic buildings all moms love because they’re cute and all dads hate because they’re enormous, fragile, and almost impossible to store away the other eleven months. If your marriage can survive the yearly unboxing of the Christmas village, then it’s as strong as the miniature elf lingerie store that survived the summer. Oops, I dropped it. OOPS, there are ceramic elf panties everywhere! Everywhere.

Christmas villages are a multi-million dollar industry with new expansions released each year, and with every building costing around $100 apiece, it adds up quickly. Village makers have to compel people to expand their villages. They’re not going to throw out the old General Store every year and buy the updated one like it’s an iPhone, so tiny architects have thrown together some pretty unlikely Christmas buildings. And I don’t mean like weird and quirky shops. I mean things like the Christmas Debtors’ Prison.

This Christmas Debtors’ Prison will look great next to the many Christmas stores where your villagers can go into Christmas debt. It’s from the Department 56 Dickens Village Series, where you can also get a Christmas cemetery for your debtors to go to when they’ve worked themselves to Christmas death. You’ll love the cheery description that comes with this item.

Victorian England, the center of culture for the world where many traditions we celebrate today took shape! Traditions like crushing the poor under our jolly holiday boots! It seems insane to make this weird little idol to Dickensian times and how festive and traditional they were when they were mostly very bad for everyone. Even the Christmas villages aren’t working to hide that from anybody. It’s like saying, “Welcome to the time of Charles Dickens when Christmas was really Christmas! Oh, step around the bodies of the orphans please; we had a little ho-ho-homicide this morning.” 

Now, you might be wondering who will arrest the debtors of my tiny fictional Christmas town? Well, don’t worry, my friend, because there are many, many, Christmas village police stations. People who own Christmas villages are very concerned about their fictional safety.

Why would you create a happy little fictional Christmas town and then imply there are crimes in it? There’s an itty bitty Christmas SVU that deals with all of the especially heinous Christmas crimes, and they have a bloodhound puppy awww! His nose is way better than Rudolph’s because it can find the bodies! 

I tried to find some ceramic burglars, but there weren’t any! Then it hit me; any townsperson could be a criminal. They’re all suspects now. This guy looks especially dodgy to me.

This isn’t public intoxication. This guy declared himself Emperor of Beer. The police won’t stand for that, buddy. They run a tight ship in that fictional Christmas village. The police even still carry billy clubs to distribute season beatings to all the low-life criminal scum of Christmas town. 

If you’re going to fill your Christmas town with whimsical crimes, why not go full bore and also add in some of that good old-timey disenfranchisement? You know why the Christmas village is so messed up? Women still can’t vote there. Truly this is a nostalgic paradise! Just be sure not to put the little protestors too close to the tiny police station. 

Where would these women be picketing, I wonder? Perhaps outside of the mayor’s office, or in front of the store that sells cinnamon rolls, only cinnamon rolls, because sure, that’s not a front for anything. Or, maybe they want to be visible. Maybe they’re placed in the spot in town with the most foot traffic like the Christmas village Casino:

There are so many Christmas casinos! One even has a seedy little neon sign. What does a casino have to do with Christmas? What is the economy of the Christmas village based on? Because I’m seeing a pretty clear casino to police station to debtors’ prison pipeline developing here. Let’s take a look at the rest of the Christmas village’s potential economy.

You’ve got your Christmas-based food places. There’s a business called Chestnut King that sells only chestnuts and for some reason advertises that they’re open late. I guess, in case you’re stumbling home from the casino at 4 AM and a monster chestnut craving hits you.

There are also a lot of nutcracker stores. You know, because you’ve got so many chestnuts you bought at 4 AM and now it’s the next morning, you’re awake, you’re hungover, and you need to crack those nuts. It’s an extremely wood-and-nut-based economy, I guess? It’s also big on any store that has added an extra P and an E at the end to the word shop, which I hate because all it does is make my brain read shop as “show pay,” which would make this store The Nutcracker Nut Show Pay. That’s a very different store– one that I’ve been to many times, but it doesn’t belong in a Christmas village! 

The Pioneer Woman has a Christmas village line at Walmart that includes a restaurant called P-Town Pizza which I thought was insane. You should only have to hear the phrase “Do you want to eat at P-Town” out loud once before you change the name of your restaurant. “Sorry I’m not in the mood for P-Town today. I had Piss City Chestnuttes for lunch, so I’m pretty full.”

However, P-Town is apparently the real name of her real world pizza restaurant, which she just made a tiny ceramic version of. So, that’s yet another grim reality from our world that has seeped into the Christmas village. 

The Christmas village business that upsets me the most, the one that truly messes with my head and makes me question all of reality, is the model railroad shop. It’s a model town, and you designed a model railroad shop for it? Does this mean their society has fucking nerds? And does the model railroad shop sell Christmas village houses? Probably. Is one of the buildings an even smaller model railroad shop? It’s possible. Are we living inside a giant’s Christmas village right now? I hate this.

“I think there’s probably too much terrible shit in our prime universe for us to be living inside the world’s largest Christmas village,” you fools might say. “Guess what. There’s more than one Christmas village children’s hospital,” I would retort. Some of the children in this tiny Christmas world are dying.

An adorable kid hospital is perfect for when the Christmas children inhale too much second hand smoke at the casino or have a whoopsy at the workhouse and get merrily mangled in the machinery. I guess if there aren’t any sick children in your village, there’s no one for Christmas magic to cure? So in a way, this is inserting some suffering in your nostalgia for the specific purpose of your later enjoyment. “Dance for me, orphans! Ok, you can pause to cough a little bit, but then keep dancing!”

Somehow I still don’t find this to be the most upsetting Christmas village piece available. Imagine if you will, a world wherein you create a cute little dream town with its nut-based economy, and its quaint, holiday-themed small businesses, and then in the middle of town you plunk a big old Walmart Supercenter. 

How do you expect The Nut Show Pay to survive? Do you have any idea the kind of deals Walmart has on chestnuts? The economic impact of this store on the village’s overall economy is going to fill up that workhouse real fast. Luckily I’m pretty sure no one has ever bought one of these for their town. Walmart is trying to gaslight themselves into our Christmas nostalgia by pretending they belong in the Christmas village with all of the cute little shoppes

But maybe I could picture this building sandwiched between the casino and a police station, I guess? Why the heck not! It’s the holiday season! Everyone is welcome in Christmas village! What do you mean you don’t want to come? It’s where many of the traditions we celebrate today took shape! Like the Christmas looting of the local Walmart by all of the sickly children! The police give them one free, heartwarming riot a year. Blessed Walmart holiday deals, ye tiny angels. May your living parents pay for their debtors’ crimes in peace.

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FUCKING DAY

Fucking Day: Horny, Horny Santas 🌭

Well, it’s that time of year again, time to celebrate the fact that no one can tell me to shut the fuck up about Christmas anymore! It’s the holiday season! And I’m horny for holidays! You know who else is so, so horny? Santa. Yep, I’m diving right into it. 

When I was a kid, I wondered, what does Santa do the other 364 days of the year? I thought Santa should be part of the side hustle economy, driving an Uber, shopping for Instacart, maybe selling some of those handcrafted toys on Etsy. As an adult, I realize the Toy Delivery Boy thing is his second job. What Santa spends most of the holiday season doing is getting beautiful women laid. I see I have your attention, beautiful women.

This year there are going to be, no shit, 146 original Christmas movies premiering across Hallmark, Lifetime, Netflix, Peacock, UpTV, GAC Family, The Foot Channel, etc. Christmas is second only to Halloween in magic holidays, but all Christmas magic comes from the same place– it’s Santa, or it’s his elves, or his sleigh, or his reindeer, or a holiday Gremlin slaughter. Either way, all roads lead back to Old Saint Dick.

We love movies where two hot people decide to kiss at Christmas. So, of those 146 movies, at least twenty percent will use Santa as a catalyst to make two hot people kiss. That’s just math. There are only so many ways to get women to leave their stressful corporate jobs behind to have sex with a single dad who owns a snowglobe emporium.

In A Boyfriend For Christmas, Santa just straight up delivers a man who calls himself Douglas Firwood to a woman who told a mall Santa she wanted a boyfriend for Christmas when she was thirteen. First of all, if I showed up to work seventeen years late, I would get fired. Additionally, it seems pretty not cool to give a human being as a Christmas present! I guess it doesn’t count as human trafficking if you’re Santa? Like maybe the elf-owning sorcerer delivering sex slaves to teenagers shouldn’t be in charge of who’s naughty or nice?

Spoilers for A Boyfriend For Christmas: Douglas Firwood turns out to be an actual guy that Santa sort of guides toward the heroine, but let’s be clear: if Santa can’t find a real flesh and blood man for you, he will magically create a living being just to get you laid. According to the synopsis for the 2018 Lifetime movie, A Very Nutty Christmas, Mellissa Joan Hart falls for a man who “may be a nutcracker come to life.” Guess fucking what? He’s a nutcracker come to life. Never. Ever. Has anyone looked at another person and said, I think he may be a nutcracker come to life and been WRONG. If you think that might be what’s going on…let me tell you for sure that is what’s happening. Look at this man:

Do you think he might be a nutcracker come to life? Hmm, I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something? Some nutcracker come to life vibe that I’m getting off of him. I’ve got a pretty good nutcracker-dar, and it is going off! If this guy asks you to put your nuts in his mouth, that’s a trap.

You know who gives Mellissa Joan Hart that nutcracker which may have transformed into a hot human man she can kiss? This suspiciously Santaish fellow:

Oof, what does it say about your personality if Santa has to magic you a sex doll? I mean, he’ll do it. That’s how committed Santa is to getting you laid. He’ll create new life so Mellissa Joan Heart can fuck it. 

Obviously, Santa is dedicated to this task, but he’s also a busy man. He’s got that toy side gig, and there are a lot of lonely women in the world who need him to nudge a sexy, ice-skating lawyer with Christmas amnesia toward their annual couple’s ice dancing competition. Santa’s so busy making women’s dreams come true he has to pull elves off the toy line and force them to do his damn job for him.

There’s this guy who shows up in all three of The Princess Switch films at the most opportune moments. He gives one princess a pep talk to set her on her romantic journey and makes sure the other princess’s fiance doesn’t get to the airport before she can profess her love. In the third movie, he pops up again to help them escape a party during a diamond heist. There’s a lot going on in The Princess Switch movies. I thought this was supposed to be Santa, but according to IMDB, he is “Elf Man.”

It seems like a weird burn to do nothing to this actor but mess up his hair a little and then say, “yeah, that looks enough like an elf, I guess? Elves are, like, kinda weird looking little dudes, right? This guy is a weird looking dude. I think it works!”

The phrase Elf Man upsets me. Does he turn into an elf during a full moon? Is it Elf/Man? Some disturbing hybrid Santa is working on so the elves can reach the tall shelves, drive cabs, and sneak into the modern world undetected to help Santa on his true mission of delivering Christmas sausage to women all over America? Are we overworking him with our insatiable need for Christmas sex? Is he genetically engineering the elves to spread holiday dick? With everything he is, Elf Man says “YES.”

I’ve made it sound as if Santa is the problem here, but really, I know it’s us. We’ve driven Santa to this, and honestly, as obsessed with Santa is with us getting laid, we are somehow equally obsessed with Santa getting laid. The Santa Clause 2 is all about how Santa has to have a Mrs. Claus. Nobody wants to be swiping through Tinder and see Santa, I get it, but it seems weird that Mrs. Claus is a required part of Santa cannon. Can he not satiate his lustful hunger with the tiny, calloused hands of his elves?

Another plot that comes up repeatedly in Christmas movies is that Santa’s hot son, whose name is usually Nick or Kris, has to find a bride by Christmas Eve to become Santa. Santa’s Boot, My Santa, Single Santa Seeks Mrs. Claus starring Steve Guttenberg, and its sequel Meet The Santas still starring Steve Guttenberg, are all about either women desperate to marry hot young Santa or hot young Santa desperate to find a bride so that he can maintain his father’s toy/fuck empire.

This isn’t a thing that happens on one channel. It’s not like Hallmark really likes to produce sexy Santa fanfic. It’s everywhere– Lifetime, UpTV, and who could forget The Foot Channel classic, Santa’s Hot Adult Son’s Pretty Little Toes. It’s my favorite Christmas movie! 

We created Santa, and since we as a society are a bunch of perverts who’ve never created a pure and whimsical character we didn’t immediately want to bang, I guess it makes sense we made Santa a pervert. He is always watching; after all, maybe that’s why he’s so concerned about putting together these smoking hot couples. He sees you when you’re sleeping, including you, Steve Guttenberg, and we all get how creepy that is.

Within this genre of Christmas romance movies, considered the most boring and chaste of all movie genres, there’s this super horny fanfic undertone. It’s the tale of a fat, jolly, old man, with a hot son watching everybody bone on the most magical day of the year. Merry Beginning of a Full Month of Unrelenting Christmas, Everyone!


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Nerding Day: Sneak King

Ok, I’m just going to say it. Burger King is the incel of fast food restaurants. We all know the Burger King spokesthing is a disgusting grotesquery of fast food mascots. In the early 2000s, Burger King executives decided that since Mcdonald’s had cornered the market on advertising to young kids, they would focus their ad efforts on teenagers and young adults. Whenever marketers turn their baseball caps backward and try to figure out what teenagers want, it rarely goes well, and this time it went particularly bad. I like to imagine the marketing meeting that created The King started from this teen free association word cloud and went from there:

To celebrate this unholy mascot rebirth, Burger King decided to jump into developing three video games that were initially supposed to be downloadable only from Xbox Live, but the executives were so proud of the games they decided to make physical copies and sell them out of Burger King stores. There were three games in total: Pocketbike Racer, a fairly standard racing game, Big Bumpin, which had something to do with bumper cars, and Sneak King, the weirdest Advergame ever made. 

The most insane thing about Sneak King is how it’s exactly the game Burger King wanted it to be. You play a man in a mask sneaking up on unsuspecting victims to give them Burger King. Here’s the thing, if people see you bringing the Burger King, they will not accept it from you. They look at the horror show bringing them food, and run for their lives from the restaurant’s mascot, and this is how the restaurant begged to be portrayed!

Weirder still, these NPCs want to eat. They’re given scores for how hungry they are, and the hungrier they are, the more points you get for delivering food to them. But it doesn’t matter if they’re starving to death on a desert island. If they gaze upon the Burger King mascot with that bag of greasy food they will reach out an emaciated hand and slap it to the ground in disgust. It also looked like shit. Check out the curb appeal of this hungry guy’s house. Hey buddy, if you don’t want to get ambushed by a burger monster, maybe don’t move into a place that looks like a gym toilet.

This guy is starving. He’s thinking, damn, I would love a Whopper. You can see the little cheeseburger above his head like a cartoon cat looking at a pet bird, but if he were to turn around and see the Burger King, he’d yell, “NOT FROM THIS CREATURE.” 

And even if you do successfully sneak up on people with the burger, they still scream in fear after they see what’s shoved it into their hand. You do a little victory dance, but you’re alone in it. They don’t seem especially happy to get that burger at all. More like befuddled and threatened… unsure what to do with the burger, definitely not eat it of course, but worried about the consequence of not accepting. It’s like if you were in a car wreck and someone immediately ran up to you and tossed a pizza through your shattered window. You’re not happy, but you’re not going to start an argument about a free pizza.

If you are spotted, the person who spots you points and an alarm goes off. So, in the fictional universe of Sneak King, you play a known pest with a pattern. There are protocols in place to stop you. You are the menace. The city has placed alarms specifically for you and your, almost definitely, sex thing.

The trailer for Sneak King claims The King is the hero of the game, and the enemy he’s fighting is hunger, which doesn’t make any sense unless he’s some kind of Phantom Of The Opera style anti-hero who’s also attempting to teach us a lesson about not judging people by their appearances? Because, again, people around him will literally pass out from hunger rather than take food from this monster. They live their lives on high alert to avoid this pervert’s sudden and unsolicited burgers.

In an interview with Game Informer the year the Burger King games were released, the founder of Blitz, the studio that collaborated with Burger King to make the games, said Burger King brought a lot of game ideas to the table. The developers ended up striking a deal with them where they would get complete creative control over one game, Burger King would get full control over the other, and they would collaborate on the third. Sneak King is the game BK had full creative control over! With unlimited choices and a budget that couldn’t possibly be anything less than “fucking plenty,” they thought this serial burger ambusher simulator was perfect for their brand. 

It’s not like they didn’t put a lot of consideration into this game. They really thought about how creepy they wanted it to be. One of the promotional images they circulated was The King hiding in a trash can as a young, unsuspecting, blonde woman approached it. According to the developers, Burger King was precious with their characters. They wanted them to be presented in a specific way; that way just happened to be creepy as hell. 

Blitz project managers met almost daily with Burger King’s marketing staff to talk about the characters, but their concerns were weird. They wanted them to be big, taller than all the characters in the game. They also didn’t want The King to be exposed to any danger, without considering that in a video game, if you’re not being exposed to danger, you are the danger. But to that point, in a universe of no danger, what is the game aspect of the game? Burger King Presents: Carefully Turning The Page Of An Antique Book EXXXTREME.

Also, when I say Burger King had firm ideas for what they wanted from their characters, they really only had three characters to worry about: The King, The Subservient Chicken, and Whopper Jr. who were deep cuts from previous commercials of the late ’90s and early 2000s. They padded out the rest of their games by making enduring celebrity model, Brooke Burke, a playable character, along with two generic Burger King employees, a generic biker named Biker, and a woman called Jolly whose role in Burger King world remains unexplained. (I think she might be The King’s parole officer).

I believe it was a man named “Seanbaby” who wrote about this game in the pages of something called a “video game magazine” who asked:

It’s a real shame they spent so much time developing Biker, because there’s a deep, rich, Burger King extended universe they already created in the seventies and eighties. They went with a King Arthur adjacent theme, including Sir Shakes A Lot, who is always cold because he drinks too many shakes, and their Merlin was a french fry replicating robot named The Wizard Of Fries. He doesn’t have a cool wizard hat, and you never really see him perform magic, but he does ride a horse and wear a cowboy hat which means Burger King throws together mascots the same way I throw together birthday sex: wizard, robot, cowboy.

I tell you that only to show how Burger King has never known how to handle their characters. They brought The King back from retirement but left a wizard, robot, cowboy on the shelf because there’s no way that would appeal to eighteen-year-old stoners hungry for a late night snack.

When Burger King eventually decided to ditch The King as their Mascot, their CFO told Bloomberg news it was because he “tended to scare away women and children.” Yeah, no dip. He looked like he ripped the skin off children who spent the night in his museum. And do you think maybe this didn’t help, Burger King?

“Our Mascot will follow you home, laaaadies” is not going to draw women into your restaurant, my guys. Burger King does this all the time. They run weird, hyper-aggressive or hyper-sexual campaigns under the assumption “all publicity is good publicity,” and this will get us in the news. Remember when they tweeted, “Women belong in the kitchen” on international women’s day? It was to promote culinary scholarships for women they were providing, but also, it wasn’t. It was being an edgelord for publicity because that’s Burger King’s whole thing. They’re not sure who their ideal customer is, but they think he’s probably an asshole. 

I honestly think Sneak King is the worst example of Burger King attempting to be edgy and tripping into creep territory, which is really saying something considering they once advertised their Spongebob Squarepants BK big kids meal with a parody video of Baby Got Back implying Spongebob was fucking Sandy Cheeks. I’m sorry, that’s just ridiculous because canonically, Spongebob reproduces by budding. He would find this disgusting:

Listen, I get it. Their fries are pretty good when they’re hot, and not many other fast food franchises carry onion rings. I’m not saying Burger King is any more evil than any other corporate overlord, but I do think they hate their customers a little bit more than other restaurants. Whenever they release a new ungodly hybrid of cheeto and meat, or tweet a pic of the Subservient Chicken in full bondage gear in front of a fryer with the caption, “batter me, daddy,” they’re spitting in your face and saying, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you. We act this way because of you!” 

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Learning Day: You Can’t Make This Stuff Up! 🌭

I don’t believe in the Long Island Medium because if this woman who seems completely unbearable is the only person you can communicate with after you die, the universe is truly a cruel and unforgiving place. I want to believe in a tolerable afterlife and therefore the Long Island Medium has to be full of shit. If you don’t know who the Long Island Medium is, picture a mullet but tall attached to a church lady but extra small. Her hair is so big because it’s full of spirits screaming for her to shut the fuck up and listen.

This mythical creature with the talons of an eagle and the hair of Nikki Sixx had a show that ran for fourteen seasons on TLC. She’s also written several books including 2014’s You Can’t Make This Stuff Up – Life Changing Lessons From Heaven. It’s a self-help book written by a con-woman whose fingernails could comfortably hold two full tablespoons of salsa.

Sorry, I said Theresa Caputo wrote this book, but what I meant was that it was written by Spirit, the word she uses for guidance from the afterlife. According to her, Spirit strings together themes during her live shows and when she was writing this book it was “as if Spirit were organizing the book’s material for me.” Theresa has found a fantastic way to circumvent the labor shortage– ghost labor. This book was ghostwritten by actual ghosts! And also a real, living woman named Kristina Grish. 

Theresa doesn’t just speak to ghosts, though; she’s also spoken to God, angels, and saints. Which means of all of the people God could have spoken to, he chose this obvious grifter. Not, like, Michelle Obama or Sonia Sotomayor. The Lord God could have taken a few minutes to tell Ann Coulter or the Nesquik Bunny to stop being evil, but no, he was too busy hanging out on Long Island with the one person no one would believe who casually defies Him with necromantic sorcery. I’m sorry, but if God has the ability to go anywhere I somehow doubt He’s hitting up shitty wizards at a Long Island manicurist.

Most of You Can’t Make This Stuff Up is the same weak platitudes Theresa gives people on her TV show. She sandwiches together the most commercial aspects of Catholicism and mysticism in a very marketable way. She says that people are reincarnated, but it’s all guided by God, and we’re meant to learn lessons each lifetime that allow our souls to grow, but those lessons are outlined by God. So, before you were born, you and God had a video conference and decided it was fine for you to stay inside wearing sweat pants and playing video games for the last few years. It’s all part of God’s plan! The kickass part. 

The thing is, while she’s trying to make this delicious sandwich of all the best parts of the big superstitions, when you think about the minutiae of what she’s describing… the afterlife sounds absolutely terrible. For instance, ghosts have to be on call 24/7 to show up and help anyone who might need them. It doesn’t matter how good or important you were in life– you’re a slave to the needs of the living as evidenced by the fact that Mother Teresa showed up during a nap Theresa Caputo took at an acupuncture appointment:

Mother Teresa should be doing something fun in heaven, right? In an ideal afterlife, Mother Teresa is snowboarding with Ruth Bader Ginsburg, or smoking weed with the ghost of the whale that played Free Willy, or something, right? She’s not schlepping to Long Island to watch Antoinette do acupuncture wrong. 

Also, The Infant Of Prague isn’t a dead person. It’s more of a Catholic church-authenticated haunted doll. It’s a creepy looking statue of Jesus as a baby that can supposedly perform miracles, but if it were standing over me for any reason I don’t think I would be able to feel very relaxed. Here’s what it looks like: 

In Theresa Caputo’s version of the afterlife, haunted dolls aren’t the only ones working for her. She’s also got two angels on call. Their names are Solerna and Chief. I have to wonder if Chief got to pick his own name or if it’s more of a nickname situation. Did Theresa Caputo forget his name and start calling him Chief so he wouldn’t notice and now she’s stuck with it? Probably. 

In the chapter called “Angel’s Walk Among Us” Theresa explains that Angels are real and their purpose on earth is to do menial labor for humans. Can you imagine being so self-absorbed you think powerful, invisible beings that can manipulate our lives exist, and instead of finding it terrifying you’re like, “yeah and they exist to get my cabs and shit?” That’s all they’re for.

Angels are our unpaid interns for the rest of time. I call on my highest angels and guides to bring me coffee! Sometimes I feel like I need to give them something to do; otherwise they’re sort of hanging out looking bored and I feel bad. Angels, deliver unto me a punchline. Oh no, my angel said, “I don’t just have a period, girls. I have a full ellipsis followed by an exclamation point with an umlaut!” Ugh, how long ago did this fucking lady die?

Theresa Caputo doesn’t shy away from the idea that she’s the Jeff Bezos of the ghost labor market. We all have the power to access these ghosts, and none of them have the power to unionize! So Theresa’s just out here bragging about putting the literal God of the universe to work helping her make minor business decisions. 

It’s such a good subtle dig at Oprah. Sure, she’s great, but can Oprah talk to God and Spirit? You should clearly be taking your life advice from a woman who has enslaved God. 

There’s a subsection in chapter nine, “The Best Gifts Keep On Giving” called “When FedEx Delivers From Heaven.” Yes, all of the chapter titles in this book are that stupid. Most of them are puns… the worst is “You Got 99 Problems, But God Ain’t One.” Anyway, “When FedEx Delivers from Heaven” is about ghosts bringing gifts to their loved ones. In some cases, gifts can mean unwanted human children.

So there is one ghost superpower, and it’s the ability to get anyone you want pregnant. Technically Chris Hemsworth also has that superpower. Thanks punchline angel; I like that one. I probably don’t need to explain why a baby is a bad surprise gift. There are tons of PSAs explaining why you shouldn’t give dogs or rabbits as gifts and babies seem like more of a responsibility than either of those. Deciding someone needs a kid and filling them with fertile ghost sperm are both calls you should not be making for other people.

The phrase, “Grampy’s secret is out,” has never been more upsetting. I guess it’s slightly better than hissing, “your Dad got you pregnant,” which I feel was probably written in this book at some point but somebody came in during the editing and was like, “Let’s make this sound more like a gas station T-shirt slogan and less like a sex crime.” 

On top of the weird incest necromancy, the self-help in this book is not that helpful either. There are chapters called, “Come On, Get Happy,” and “Just Do You.” The typical advice that every Instagram Mom posts under pictures of herself wearing a hat that’s twice the length of her body, or doing a prayer pose in front of her father’s casket, or whatever. 

It’s mostly a boring book written by an idiot’s ghostwriter pretending to be a ghost, but every once in a while, Theresa drops a nugget of afterlife wisdom that shakes you to your very core. If you look at it from an alive person’s point of view, Theresa’s version of the afterlife rules. Ghosts exist to follow you around, do your chores, comfort you, and send you signs. If you look at it from a dead person’s point of view, it’s, you know, a swirling realm of celebrity slaves and amateur fertility doctors.

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