Easter is my least favourite holiday. I’ve always found it depressing, boring, tedious…your typical pain-in-the-ass. A never-ending procession of church, guests I barely knew, food I didn’t like, and no presents! It was the anti-Christmas, and I had no use for it.
Especially Good Friday.
When I was little, Good Friday seemed to stretch on into infinity, and it would always be accompanied by a very big headache. It was only years later I realized that I got these headaches because of the silly tradition of fasting. No meat allowed on Good Friday, if you’re a good little Polish Catholic boy.
Well, guess what…I grew into a large, massive Polish man, and I need my protein!
Now I’m an adult, so I will spend Good Friday as I please: with my friends, doing what we want, and munching down on either a massive meat pizza or lots of hamburgers!
Just another bit of tradition-baiting iconoclasm, brought to you by me. 
