Like many other things about this nation; once you become an adult and learn the true history of its origins, the fuzzy feelings you developed as a child are long gone.

You’ve discovered that Santa Clause is a borderline insult to parents that actually worked for your things, the Easter Bunny is nothing more than the gateway to Childhood Diabetes (seriously have you seen the calories on those chocolate eggs?) and by now you know that the Pilgrims were more like domestic terrorists than the friendly neighbors we learned about in elementary school. Where was immigration reform then, America?

I have mixed feelings about Thanksgiving; as a native Californian it’s difficult being stuck in Texas during this time, so it’s a bit harder to muster up holiday cheer. More importantly, with many Americans now well aware of our country’s sordid past, you’ll see the inevitable rants of the injustices placed upon the Native Americans and a few murmurs of discontinuing the celebration altogether.

Yet for all of the jeers and rants associated with the day, let’s be real. As much as some love to brag about their “Indian” ancestry, when was the last time that any of us actually SAW a Native American?

Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

I believe it is important to instruct our youth about the atrocities carried out upon the Native Americans. Discontinue the cuddly tales of “The pilgrims breaking bread with the Indians,” in lieu of telling the truth about the smallpox and malaria they brought as side pieces.

Yet I also believe that the spirit of Thanksgiving is essential as well. Family gatherings, football (yes Lord!) and most importantly, the feelings of gratitude that inspires many to finally think about the little guy, resulting in food drives and clothing donations for the underprivileged.

While we can all agree that the pilgrims weren’t shit, if nothing else be thankful for what you have and for an extra day off from work … unless you work at Walmart of course.