Back in 2009, McSweeney’s writer Colin Nissan stunned stateside suburban mothers with his hilariously accurate article, “It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers.” Each fall since, the cultivated San Francisco outpost re-publishes the think piece to great delight, reminding us all of just how silly it is to fill a wicker cornucopia with the orange-hued, hard-skin fruit in the name of seasonal cheer. But in that spirit and in his words, it’s time to “throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days.”
It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers