Peter Chianca: This year's reasons to be thankful, sort of
As you may recall, every year at this time I like to offer up a list of reasons we have to be thankful. And while it's true that you may be somewhat frustrated with certain developments – such as the election results, or the deteriorating environment, or your inability to tell apart the Kardashians – that doesn’t mean there isn’t also a lot to celebrate.
For instance, you should be thankful for the fact that:
- You didn’t go into this month believing, in your heart of hearts, that you were somehow going to become the president of the United States.
- You’ve managed to keep your illicit affair a secret, or if you didn’t at least keeping illicit things secret isn’t supposed to be your primary occupation. Or if it is … we never had this conversation.
- You didn’t think that hey, maybe it might be fun to manage the Boston Red Sox this year.
- You didn’t open opposite "The Avengers." ("A Little Bit of Heaven" starring Kate Hudson, we hardly knew ye.)
- You weren’t chosen to appear in the Opening Ceremonies for the 2012 London Olympics, which I don’t think ever actually ended — you’d probably still be there, pounding on metal canisters while dressed like a refugee from "Les Miserables."
- You weren’t the one who had to drive Karl Rove home from Fox News on election night. Awkward!
- You didn’t get nominated in the same category as Adele. ("Firework" by Katy Perry, we hardly … well, actually we knew you a little too well.)
- You didn’t invest your life savings in the Facebook IPO. And if you did, don’t worry, because word has it you’ll soon be able to trade your shares for Farmville cash to buy virtual chickens.
- You have a job. Well, 92.1 percent of you have a job. The rest of you will have to stick with the Farmville cash.
- Donald Trump has not taken an interest in any of your personal records. Yet.
- The NCAA hasn’t imposed any sanctions on you. Yet.
- You’re not dating Taylor Swift, because let’s face it, that wouldn’t end well.
- You weren’t locked out of your job and forced to work in Slovakia with Lubomir Visnovsky, no matter how much fun it may be to say "Lubomir Visnovsky."
- You weren’t the one who had to drive Big Bird home from Sesame Street after the first debate. Awkward!
- You haven’t started any sort of petition or campaign against Ellen DeGeneres, because let’s face it, that’s just crazy talk.
- While the Fiscal Cliff could wind up pushing the country back into crippling recession, you won’t LITERALLY have to go over a cliff, like lemmings or Toonces, the cat who could drive a car.
- You’re not the backup quarterback for the New York Jets.
- You didn’t invest your life savings in "Rock of Ages," the Tom Cruise musical. And if you did, don’t worry, because it might manage to make back its cost in foreign markets where they’ve never heard music before.
- You haven’t said anything within range of Joe Biden that might make him open his mouth to emit a thunderous guffaw, blinding you with the overpowering glow that emanates from his incisors.
- Last time you filled in for somebody at work it probably didn’t result in the Patriots losing to the freaking Cardinals and you getting booed by 70,000 drunk people.
- Clint Eastwood hasn’t gone anywhere near your furniture.
- You probably won’t be standing between David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen when they finally come to blows, the sheer force of the altercation causing their decrepit bodies to crumble into a chalky dust that smells vaguely of bourbon.
- You haven’t been rebooted in 3-D.
- You’re not a candidate for office who thought it would be a good campaign move to tell women you know more about their bodies than they do. And if you are: Dude, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
- Even if you did go into this month believing that you were somehow going to become the president of the United States … At least you didn’t manage the Boston Red Sox.