I find it sad. I'm the perfect person to ask about it since I was on the short end of both sticks.
I'm Jewish. Did I care that they had Christmas parties? No. I got a day without homework. Didn't care why. Did I ever help them throw in a menorah decoration or something similar? Yes. It's how you balance the equation. Hell, I like How the Grinch Stole Christmas more than most Christians, mostly cause I'm a Seuss fan. So what's the big deal? Include more, not exclude more. It's more educational that way. Besides, everyone thought eight days of Christmas would rock.
I was always the last picked in P. E. I was a short, lanky kid with glasses that everyone knew as a dork. Did I like tag? Yes, cause I was fast given that I was so light and I could turn on a dime. You couldn't tag me to save your very life. Did I like dodgeball? Yes, cause people targeted me all the time and I couldn't throw the ball worth squat. So why did I like it? Cause I could tempt everyone to toss at me and learned to move like a demon, allowing my team to get every ball on the field and shotgun the enemy. I did have some exceptionally great moments, told upon request, which made it one of the few positive things I became known for.
You want to get hurt? Okay, let's put on plastic hats and ram into one another. Or we could run up and down a court repeatedly for an hour assuming we don't have any heart defects. Or we could grind our knees repeatedly while tossing a cannon ball down a field. I bet those activities result in more injury than tag, dodgeball, or even spread eagle, a game designed specifically to induce pain.
My message to America: Grab some sack and shut the fuck up.
