The mascot is a sight to behold walking around the soul-sucking part of Manhattan known as Times Squares. Staring at a lonely Buzz Lightyear or a Superman is like watching an animal in its natural habitat (not to say the people who are in those costumes are animals, they are humans. But

I feel like a bit of an asshole for saying this, but I can go my entire life without seeing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade in person. Standing on a sidewalk with swarms of tourists in the cold cuts into my time for gluttony, napping, super family fun time and yelling