This is a great article.

http://jezebel.com/5961936/in-which-i-try-to-figure-out-what-the-fuck-black-friday-is-for

Oh, dear God, I heart this woman so very much.

In part and in regards to Black Friday, she writes:

I literally cannot imagine any discount deep enough to entice me to put on clothes, leave the house, stand in the dark in a frightening, sweaty mob, and risk being crushed to death for the sake of the latest digital camera—and on top of that, considering the 2012 Black Friday schedule, to ESCHEW PIE. Not fucking happening.

No truer words have ever been written about BF.
I can say, there was a time that I briefly toyed with the notion of going to a Best Buy at midnight on Thanksgiving Day.
It was difficult period of my life that I am deeply ashamed of.
There was a lot going on, man, you wouldn't understand.
Get off my back already.
But I got thru it and now nearly everything I buy comes to me via the interwebs (and Target).
Outside of getting groceries a rarely venture into a retail environment.
Something about big box retailers + old age + only one eyeball = makes shopping really unpleasant for me.
Neighbor Fred loves to run up to Fry's just to get out of the house.
He loves to wander the aisles and look for random cool stuff.
It's God awful to me.
So much blinking, shiny, spilling corridors of stuff shouting at me to look, touch, buy, buy, buy, kinda freaks me out.
It just feels like too much is trying to fit into one tiny eyeball (and one tiny brain) and I get a sensation of physical discomfort.
Anyyyyhooooooo.......