Niagara Gazette — For those of you who do not own calendars, today we find ourselves at the end of a metaphorical valley of confusion — a place of temporal vagueness that can cause people to take part in strange rituals which they have no understanding of.
I am, of course, speaking of the days between May Day (May 1) and Cinco De Mayo (May 5). Each year there are hundreds, if not thousands of people who spend this week dancing around May poles, getting into Facebook arguments over the difference between celebrating spring and protesting for workers’ rights (May Day and International Worker’s Day are both May 1) and wearing potentially culturally offensive sombreros inside of bars.
I’m not going to get high and mighty about my deep knowledge of labor disputes throughout history or traditional South American cultural celebrations (though you can trust, if I were writing that article it would be much shorter as my knowledge of either of those topics is greatly eclipsed by my knowledge of pro-skateboarders-of-the-late-80’s trivia). What I do want to talk about is what makes people so desperate to party that they have to jump on any excuse from here to Mexico and beyond to get a little crazy and plan a girls/boys night out on a non-weekend day.
I’m not against cultural celebrations, by all means go to a Cinco De Mayo celebration, get into some old school pagan rituals (dancing around the May pole), wear all-green everything on Saint Patty’s. Just don’t wear a uniform because you feel it entitles you to stay out late and post a steady stream of Facebook/instagram pictures where you make the same face/pose next to a rotating group of friends and ‘friends’ you met that day, follow on twitter and will subsequently never see/speak to again.