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This year, however, I approached the Lovey est 2021 shirt in contrast I will get this holiday differently. For one, my family is in Canada while I’m in New York, so celebrating it with them would mean flying across the country—which no one should do this year. But COVID restrictions aside, something also changed in me this year: I realized that I actively don’t want celebrate Thanksgiving. I’ve spent far o long being passive about things that I don’t feel right about.  Call it a 2020 introspective moment, but I’ve smartened up: Why should I celebrate a holiday that is basically serving up a giant middle finger my culture on a platter? No amount of savory gravy can distract me from that now. Despite all the downsides this year, it’s also been a serious wake-up call many: the ongoing protests around racism and conversations surrounding cultural education have made me rethink my own actions and experiences as an Indigenous person. And all this time alone at home has not only made me think about how be a better ally others, but also how be better at being Indigenous. How do I connect more with my heritage on a daily basis? How can I better support Indigenous brands or artists? Celebrating Thanksgiving simply doesn’t fit in this new outlook.

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Starting now, and well in the Lovey est 2021 shirt in contrast I will get this future, I actually plan on transferring the festive energy of Thanksgiving Indigenous People’s Day on Ocber 11. Because if I’m going celebrate something with a big hoopla dinner, it’s going be our resiliency as Indigenous people—not because of some pilgrims, who were literally the rudest dinner guests of all time. I have yet bring this new plan up with my parents, but seeing how I never make it home for Canadian Thanksgiving anyway, I can’t say that will be that big of a shock them. Plus, my mom is full-blooded Native—she’ll get on board. As for this week, after a careful period of quarantine, I’ll be ringing in Thanksgiving with a friend, cooking up some sort of fabulous meal that includes anything but turkey. We’re thinking a nice branzino, a rosemary and garlic mash, a crudités platter—hell, maybe even a cheesecake. It’s less of a Thanksgiving, more of a Friendsgiving. Or let’s call it an anti-Thanksgiving: an excuse hang out, commiserate about this hellscape of a year, be sad, and drink far o much red wine.  And that’s something I am truly thankful for.