...passive-aggressives. Some suggestions:
- A beautiful piece of clothing that is either several sizes too big if the recipient is thin (implying that the person looks fatter than they are) or several sizes too small if the recipient is overweight. If the latter, perhaps write in the card insinuating that the recipient should aspire to fit into it.
- A gift certificate for an hour in a sensory deprivation tank for someone with claustrophobia
- The DVD of Charlotte's Web for someone with arachnophobia
- A baker's dozen of their favorite cookies for someone with triskaidekaphobia
- A gift certificate to the local mall for someone with agoraphobia
- For intimate partners to give each other (unrequested) household tools. Darling, I knew you wanted a blender.
- Bride's magazine subscription for your sister who desperately wants to find a man, and/or just broke up wth one, and/or can't get him to commit.
- One year my aunt and uncle got me a supersoaker without getting my little brother one. The next year, my parents got my cousin a slingshot.
- I had a rabidly homophobic acquaintence that had a big birthday party. Some friends and I bought him a nice tee-shirt, from the International Male catalogue, and had it delivered to his home. This simple act placed him on many a GLB mailing list.
- my brother, who is now a vet, got an inflatable love sheep for his last birthday. I didn't tell him about it, so he opened it in front of his girlfriend's relatives.
- An ex-girlfriend asked for some manga from japan... I gave her the raunchiest, most disturbing amputee porn I could find. Well, that and the giant speculum I found in a shop in akihabara.
- A very long, dry book that you've raved about. Ask them every two days if they still haven't finished it, with a look of outrage and pity.
- For Christmas of my third and fourth year alive, my uncle sent (respectively) a gumball machine and a mini drum set. We didn't see much of him for the next few years.
- In college, one of my favorite birthday gift-giving traditions was to get the gift recipient fantastically drunk, then encourage them to get a tattoo.
- Thick wool sweaters for people living in Florida, Hawaii, etc.
- I gave the boy next door the Masters of the Universe Mutant Slime Pit for his birthday one year. It was this great toy that let you strap a He-Man action figure into it and then dump a jar of green goo on his head. Though it has long been obvious to me why his parents never invited me to another birthday party, it has only just now occurred to me that my parents MUST have known the effect the gift would have. I mean, I was maybe 8 years old--they must have approved and even paid for the thing.
- Underwear from anyone who is not your spouse or parent. (Who the hell buys bras for cousins?)
- a friend's parents received a large, perpetually angry parrot for their wedding. from the groom's brother. without warning, without ever having expressed the desire for one. a) wtf parrot? b) those things live to be like 150 years old -- their grandkids will be able to hate this bird as much as they do.
- A co-worker gave a 10-year savings bond to a very elderly in-law.
A group of my dear friends once gave me a $75 gift certificate to get a tatoo. After that I kind of had to get a tatoo:). I think their passive agressive point was: stop thinking about it and get one already.
Posted by: Anna | November 03, 2006 at 02:59 PM