The gay men's chorus started rehearsing their christmas program IN SEPTEMBER across the street from my home.
So "Christmas season of audio torture" started two months early for me this year. RAGE RAAAGE RAAAAGE!!!
The only thing I like about christmas are the lights. Hate the food, the travel, the presents, the ugly sweaters, the music (kill me now) the MUSIC, the commercialism, the in-your-face 'Don't forget Jesus!!' reminders ... has me wishing there were a cryogenic option to just OPT OUT of november and december every year.
And, and I recognize this is a 'just me' thing reading more into it than is there.... so much xmas-noise was written and recorded in the 1950's that it all feels like part of the "Take America Back (to racially segregated times, when women were kitchen-slaves and da-boyz could grab a baseball bat, chase down a queer and bash'm to death, and the police would consider it 'civic duty'.
Not to mention the rape-culturey feel of "Baby it's cold outside' and white-supremacy delighting double meaning of 'dreaming of a white christmas' which should be more than enough reason to NEVER play either of them again.
So yeah. Pardon me while I foam at the mouth, weld some noise cancelling headphones to my head for the next two months and tag buildings with massive "BAH HUMBUG!" graffiti.