Macy's, Macy's, Macy's
Tomorrow is the annual Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, which I used to watch on TV all the time when I was growing up in the Midwest, and which I never watch on TV since I've lived in New York. But I'm glad it's there. It's commercial and garish and a lot of it is in bad taste, but it's a tradition, one that still smacks a bit of small-town America. And it's sponsored by a quintessentially New York store which, however corporate and faceless its become, still has a claim on Gotham cultural history.
Here's an interesting little video featuring Macy's place in the general culture over the past 150 years. Sure, it's a commercial, but it's still kind of cool. So many people say Macy's—including Orson Welles—that the word begins to loose all meaning after a while.
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Macy's sells dog fur. Yep, look it up. Fur from raccoon dogs that are skinned alive in China. Like so many other large retailers in NYC, Macy's does not care about animal torture.
Therefore, I boycott Macy's as well as its parade.
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