HW 18

The holiday Thanksgiving has gone form a anti-body practice of giving thanks for what you have and are given to a body–centered practice that is centered around eating till you are to full to move. On this holiday groups of people come together to be with one another and bring large amounts of food that could feed multiple families. This is the modern practice of this holiday. There is no meaning to the holiday now. People look to the holiday as a time to get together and see the people they love. But do they really love the people or the body-centered practice of the holiday.

At my families Thanksgiving we had enormous dishes full of the festive food that could never be finished. But not only the normal the enormous dishes of festive food were there, part of my family who are vegetarians walked in and with more huge dishes to share with everyone. There was double the food this year with the same number of people as every other people.

The after the meal of “thanks” in my family it comes down to the talk. Everyone in my family comes to the family room of where ever we are and sits down to talks. People notice who’s missing at first from the people with spouses not sitting next to them, like my late grandfather Sam Gordon and my late uncle Jim Cotter. People also notice when my grandma is drunk because after my grandfather died she fell in love with gin. My family could be a bunch of bad politicians after the awkwardness. The talk always starts out about the kids in the family and how school is. Then on to the way the D.O.E run and the latest governmental issue till it gets heated and again it gets very awkward. Till my dad who does not talk much in these conversations because its my moms family and he rather not get involved in it crakes a lame joke which they think is funny. I sit there staring in space and texting. I always look at my dad around eight and say lets go because I’m not having fun. No one is my age and no one wants to talk about anything but my school life and collage. It feels like I’m having the same conversation a thousand times. My family follows their cultural practice which is a body centered one. We don’t pray, we don’t say who we give thanks to, we just come and eat talk and leave on the same way we came.