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PBS Shows = The Perfect Gifts

Happy trees bitches!!

Happy trees bitches!!

In the past few years I’ve been giving people in my family DVDs as gifts.  Whether it be a season of The Wire for Hanukah or a copy of The Goonies for a birthday, DVDs have seemed to be a pretty solid bet (especially since I’m not crafty enough to make a fucking gift).

One evening I was flipping around the channels on the old tele and I landed on a PBS show called Jewish Americans which was all about the history of Jews in the United States.  While watching it I kept thinking to myself, “History + Jews + TV program = Mom would love this”.  Then I remembered that Mother’s Day was coming up and it dawned on me that getting people presents from PBS is actually the perfect gift.  Why?  I’m so glad you asked.

Think about it, I don’t know how many times I’ve landed on one of those akward PBS pledge drives and thought, “For fuck’s sake!  Won’t somebody just give these people some money so I can go back to watching this guy!”  It’s always one of those things where I’d like to donate money, but don’t feel like I can afford it.  That’s why buying gifts from PBS is so awesome!  I’m killing two birds with one stone.  For Father’s Day I got my Pops Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson*.  Once again, by purchasing a great documentary as a gift, I helped make sure that Big Bird wouldn’t be thrown out in the street and end up like Oscar the Grouch.  Who says I’m not a good samaritan?

*This is about Jack Johnson, the first black heavyweight champ of the world, and an all around bad-ass.  It is not about Jack Johnson the white surfer/hippie/guitar guy who is definitely not an all around bad-ass.

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