Black Friday isn’t a holiday, it’s a heist. A glittery, discount-code-waving distraction where billionaires convince you that buying a $12 toaster you don’t need is a victory.
Spoiler: The only people winning are the ones who already have more money than God.
Jeff Bezos doesn’t need your $12. But the local bookstore? Your favorite indie artist? The weird little shop down the street that sells handmade candles that smell like a vacation in Scandinavia? They do.
Every dollar you spend at a corporate monolith is a dollar extracted from your community. It’s a vote for a world where Main Street looks like a ghost town and your social media feed is just ads for stuff you’ll forget by New Year’s. But every dollar you spend at a small business? That’s a dollar going toward someone’s rent. For the barista’s poetry habit or the cartoonist’s art supply. It’s a dollar that says, “I’d rather live in a world where people thrive than where billionaires buy themselves another yacht.”
So this Black Friday, skip the algorithmic “deals.” Unfollow the influencers hawking disposable junk. Instead, buy the zine from that artist you’ve been meaning to support. Grab a book from the shop with the creaky floorboards. Get the weird, wonderful thing you didn’t know you needed from the Etsy seller who hand-paints each one.
Because here’s the trick billionaires really hate: You don’t have to play their game. Your money is your power.
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Wapsy-Friday-20 gives you 20% off from our shop
