Admit it: you hate Easter. All the pastels and egg hunts and grinning cartoon rabbits fail to enhance your life, and that's understandable. Yeah, it's the commemoration of our Lord and Savior being raised from the dead, but does anyone actually enjoy the holiday aspect of it all?
Even as a kid, I wasn't really that into it — and that's saying a lot. If it wasn't for Reester Bunnies, I doubt the holiday would still exist in its current form.
Here are some of the worst aspects of the Easter season.
1. The extra-long church services.
This is such a juvenile complaint, but it's still very valid. No matter how much you pretend, there's no way you enjoy sitting through two hours of an Easter vigil, and there's also no way you're still happy having to get up the next morning.
2. Bunnies wearing clothes.
I've covered this topic once before, but I feel it merits a repeat. Stuffed bunnies that wear old floral dresses should in no way be present in anything other than hell. Look into that thing's eyes and tell me Jesus wants to see that on the day of his rebirth. You can't.
3. Easter eggs.
When I think of eggs, I do not think of happiness. I think of the odor those hard-boiled devils give off when you crack one open. Even the plastic ones are lame; they promise joy with their bright colors and designs only to let you down with a miniature Snickers or a single yellow Starburst. Pathetic.
4. The TV specials that are nothing special.
No children's show in its right mind would make an Easter special, and if they did, they didn't spend enough time on it to avoid the obvious tropes (with the exception of Max and Ruby — #iconic).
Christmas specials are so much better, probably because they have way better material to go off of. This is just another reminder that Easter will never be Christmas.
5. The awkward family dinner.
Yeah, you get this at multiple points throughout the year, but this is by far the worst one. The reason? No one can remember why you're all eating together.
At least on Christmas, you know you're going to open presents next. On Thanksgiving, you know you're just waiting to fall into a turkey coma. But on Easter? You're just wishing it was all over.
