Why is there a new trend of people that ‘Just can’t” with the fall season? A few years ago, right when I was starting to think about liking coffee, someone introduced me to the joys that Dunkin Donuts had to offer in the late months of the year: pumpkin!
I was in love. I couldn’t get enough pumpkin flavored coffee. I would cherish my iced drink with a cozy mitten wrapped around it as I crunched around campus with my sneakers and my favorite maroon sweatshirt with Springfield emblazoned across the chest, in case anyone forgot for a second where we were. I’ll be the first to admit it- Fall is one of my favorite seasons. Admittedly, there are only four, and each has its perks, but after hot sticky summers, the chilly air of October is always refreshing.
But my real question here is when did that become taboo? Suddenly I’m a ‘Basic White Girl” If I like autumn and wearing scarves and drinking Starbucks, or vodka, or Starbucks mixed with vodka, and whatever other obscure qualifications that someone in a meaningless pit of hatred and Mountain Dew came up with. (And yes, Vodka and flavored iced coffee is a thing. Even if it’s only My thing.) This whole stereotype is bullshit. Arguably, Pumpkin Spice has fallen victim the most to the skepticism and contempt from those who are no longer interested in something that is so mainstream. Here is my problem with and solution for these people. Problem: Why do you harbor such disgust towards something that is so scrumptious? Solution: More for me!
And I feel obligated at this point to mention the concept of a basic white girl as a ‘thing’ is so foolish. If you like something that many other people like, and you are willing to pay for it (in the case of a latte or apparel) you might be a bit consumerist, but not basic. And the vendors selling to you are good at marketing and promotions, so Kudos to them. Why not capitalize on Fall? The same is done with Christmas, 4th of July, the list goes on. I hope I don’t even have to go into why tacking on ‘white girl’ at the end of basic is wrong. It’s wrong.
All I’m trying to say here is that people are turning into slightly less bundled up scrooges, and for what? Celebrating the change in season is fundamentally right, and anyone may choose to do so however they please. Me? I’m enjoying curling up next to my wood stove on chilly nights with a good book, a slice of pumpkin bread, and my favorite crocheted blanket made for me by my talented, and certainly not basic, little sister. When I was younger I liked jumping in the leaves, carving pumpkins, and helping my dad with yardwork (Ok, maybe helping isn’t the right word. I think I mean sitting on the swings while my dad raked) . My point is, Fall is always a joyful time of year. Everyone has the right to revel in it, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.