Christmas Day had arrived, and it was a particularly frosty December afternoon. The Parker family’s annual Christmas dinner was in full swing. The table, laden with turkey, trimmings, and an excessive amount of Brussels sprouts, was as festive as ever. However, this year, something was very different. In a surreal twist of holiday magic, a group of renowned sociologists had “joined” the Parkers at the table for dinner. Equipped with their theories and a distinct lack of seasonal cheer, the sociologists were ready to turn the Christmas dinner into an intellectual battlefield.
Act I: Setting the Christmas Dinner Table
As crackers were pulled and paper hats donned (grudgingly, by the sociologists), Mr. Parker attempted to lighten the mood. “Well,” he said, passing the gravy, “let’s all be merry and bright!”
Karl Marx scowled from his end of the table. “Merry and bright, indeed. Christmas,” he began, with the dramatic air of someone about to ruin a perfectly good roast potato, “is nothing but the opium of the masses. A capitalist spectacle designed to keep the proletariat docile.”
Mrs. Parker, slicing the turkey, raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re not having pudding?”
“It’s not about the pudding,” Marx retorted. “It’s about the commodification of everything sacred. Even Santa Claus is a tool of the bourgeoisie.”
“So no pudding, then,” she concluded, unfazed.
Max Weber, seated primly to Marx’s left, adjusted his napkin and chimed in. “While Marx has a point about capitalism, I must interject. The true spirit of Christmas lies in the Protestant work ethic. Consider Santa’s naughty-and-nice list. What is that if not a reflection of hard work and moral rectitude?”
“Rubbish!” Marx snapped. “Santa rewards those who uphold capitalist ideals!”
“Gentlemen, please!” said young Ellie Parker, eager to save her stocking from being labelled a tool of oppression. “Surely, we can all agree that Christmas is about family and tradition?”
“Indeed,” Émile Durkheim interjected, finally looking up from the cheese board. “Christmas is a sacred ritual that reinforces social solidarity. The Christmas tree, for example, is a totemic object that unites us. Even the act of sharing a meal strengthens our collective consciousness.”
“A totemic object?” Mrs. Parker said, glancing at their slightly wonky artificial tree. “It came from Tesco.”
“Exactly!” Durkheim said, mistaking her tone for agreement. “Tesco provides a shared cultural experience!”
Act II: The Main Course (of Arguments)
The turkey was carved, and the conversation turned increasingly heated. Erving Goffman, who had been silent thus far, surveyed the table with an amused smile. “It’s all performance, you know,” he said, gesturing at the crackers and festive napkins. “Christmas is nothing but dramaturgy. Take gift-giving, for example. It’s a carefully choreographed performance to convey status and affection.”
Mrs. Parker laughed. “You mean we’re all pretending to enjoy this?”
“Precisely,” Goffman said, nodding. “The forced cheer, the awkward small talk, the competitive decorating… it’s all an elaborate play.”
“Speaking of forced cheer,” Michel Foucault interjected, “let’s talk about power.”
Foucault leaned forward conspiratorially. “Take the Elf on the Shelf,” he said. “It’s a tool of surveillance. A panopticon designed to create docile children.”
“What about the family dynamics at this very table?” he continued. “Notice how power shifts depending on who controls the gravy boat.”
“This is why we don’t invite academics,” muttered Mr. Parker under his breath.
“Let’s not forget,” Pierre Bourdieu interjected, sipping his wine with a knowing smile, “that Christmas is a battleground of taste and distinction. Consider the pudding. Is it homemade? Store-bought? Organic? Such choices signal our cultural capital.”
“It’s from Marks & Spencer,” Mrs. Parker said proudly. “Does that count as cultural capital?”
“It depends,” Bourdieu replied. “Was it the luxury range?”
Act III: Dessert and Reconciliation
As pudding was served and brandy set aflame, Harold Garfinkel leaned back in his chair. “You know,” he said, “Christmas is a fascinating example of ethnomethodology. It’s all about shared understandings. Take gift exchanges. The unspoken rules, the subtle breaches…”
“Like when Uncle Dave gives socks every year,” Ellie added.
“Exactly!” Garfinkel said, delighted. “A breach! Yet we accept it, because it reinforces social order.”
By now, the family was laughing, the arguments giving way to camaraderie. Even Marx accepted a second helping of pudding, muttering something about “redistributing dessert.”
Conclusion: Deck the Halls with Sociological Satire
And so, the Parker family’s Christmas dinner came to a close. The sociologists, having thoroughly deconstructed every aspect of the holiday, raised their glasses in a final toast. Despite their disagreements, one thing was clear: Christmas, for all its absurdities, had a way of bringing people together — even if only to argue over the last mince pie.
A footnote on collective nouns…
I have never come across an official collective noun for a group of sociologists, probably because no-one ever seriously considered this idea before. Some of my suggestions would be:
- A discourse of sociologists
- A paradigm of sociologists
- A critique of sociologists
- An inquiry of sociologists
- A theory of sociologists
- A framework of sociologists
Take your pick! Have a Happy Christmas and an Outstanding New Year!
AJ Wright is a quiet yet incisive voice navigating the surreal world of sociology, higher education, and modern life through the unique lens of a neurodivergent mind. A tech-savvy PhD student hailing from South Yorkshire but now stationed in the flatlands of Lincolnshire, AJ writes with an irreverence that strips back the layers of academia, social norms, and the absurdities of daily life to reveal the humour lurking beneath.
As an autistic thinker, AJ’s perspective offers readers a rare blend of precision, curiosity, and wit. From dissecting the unspoken rituals of academia—like the silent war over the office thermostat—to exploring the sociology of “neurotypical small talk” and the bizarre hierarchies of campus coffee queues, AJ turns the ordinary into something both profound and hilarious.
AJ’s unassuming nature belies the sharpness of their commentary, which dives deep into the intersections of neurodiversity, tech culture, and the often-overlooked quirks of human behaviour. Whether questioning why university bureaucracy feels designed by Kafka or crafting surreal parodies of academic peer reviews, AJ writes with a balance of quiet intensity and playful absurdity that keeps readers coming back for more.
For those seeking a blog that is equal parts insightful, irreverent, and refreshingly authentic, AJ Wright provides a unique perspective that celebrates neurodiversity while poking fun at the peculiarities of the world we live in.
Discover more from untypicable
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.