Oh sure, I remember some small details of the celebrations. We usually had turkey, and cornbread, and sweet potatoes. But that’s pretty generic.

Now, Thanksgiving doesn’t mean those things to me. It means a broken family. It means my parents’ divorce. It means spending the first half of the day with my father and the second half of the day with my mother. It means listening to my mother’s brother and my mother’s dead friend’s brother argue about whether or not all Muslims are terrorists, and whether or not we should exterminate them. It means holding my head and crying about the fucking idiot Jews in my family. It means too much food and no appetite.

Riex said that the goal of the promotion was to relate a food to an anime blog, so maybe this won’t be a dominating contest entry. But winning a contest is secondary to my goal of getting this shit of my chest.

Sixten represents brokenness. In fact, he is an emissary of it, what with his Miao-sensei comics that involve a genderbent, cat-eared, tsunderekko version of Jason. His blog is a bastion of it. His blog. My Thanksgiving. His blog. My life. His blog. My life. His blog.

So there you have it. Sixten, Sixten’s blog—they are like my Thanksgiving. Broken anime fans, broken families, whatever. Anime fans are like families, in that they can break.

Excuse me, I’m going to go wallow in self-pity now.

I might make a funnier entry for this contest at some point (like, Anti-Jason Brainwashing Cookies = me + drm + tj han + corydorf etc.). I might not. I DON’T KNOW.