Dissecting The Worst Take On Sunday Scaries I’ve Ever Read

Dissecting The Worst Take On Sunday Scaries I've Ever Read

Medium is a fickle beast that embodies the internet as a whole. It gives everyone a voice despite the fact that not everyone deserves a voice. One day, you can read Malcolm Gladwell. The next day, you can read an essay from a girl who relentlessly complains to her CEO. It’s truly all over the map.

But yesterday, an essay was published by an author – Melissa – who decided to shame the phenomenon of The Sunday Scaries, also known as the anxiety that sets in on Sunday nights before heading back to work or school. She thought it to be a good idea to hop on the “privilege” bandwagon and spewed some of the worst takes on the Scaries that I’ve ever seen.

Let’s discuss it paragraph by paragraph.

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A Case Against The “Sunday Scaries”

If you’ve been on social media on a Sunday, you’ve likely seen it before: the pervasive “Sunday scaries.”

Yes, you have me to thank for that. I’m not saying that I came up with the term (because I didn’t), but when everyone from Redbull to Elite Daily to Cosmo plagiarizes the research you’ve done on them, I think it’s safe to say I’m allowed to take credit.

So yeah, Melissa. Go ahead and take shots at my livelihood.

· often appears as the caption to photo featuring one or more millennials (of a certain economic class) and/or brunch and/or lounging near a body of water.

While I don’t want to jump to conclusions, I think it’s safe to say that Melissa is insinuating that you have to be of a certain economic class to indulge in brunch and/or being near bodies of water. And that certain economic class is upper-middle class, isn’t it, Melissa? While brunch is commonly known as the bougiest of meals, I don’t think one has to make x-amount to enjoy eggs. Nor does someone need to be part of the one percent in order to exist next to water, the world’s most abundant natural resource.

But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here and hope you can explain yourself.

· signifies the completion of a (probably boozy) weekend and the near beginning of a new workweek (the author of this piece has nothing against boozy weekends, by the way).

Oh, wow, Melissa. You can afford the alcohol that fuels your boozy weekends? Must be nice. There are people in the world who can’t afford more than one meal per day. Must be nice to be that privileged, huh.

· is privileged as fuck, as it is intended to publicly display one’s privilege.

Okay, and here’s where we get to start disagreeing on a higher level. Because the last thing that’s going through everyone’s mind when they’ve contracted a case of Sunday Scaries is their internal need to display their “privilege.” But let me give you the opportunity to explain yourself, Melissa, because I’m sure your claims have grounds.

Are you srsly scared to go back to work on Monday? Please, for the love of brunch, don’t be! You have a job, and you’re lucky. I bet it’s a lot scarier to not have a job to look forward to come Monday. Without that job, how would you be able to afford the next $14 dollar bloody?

Listen up and listen good. Of course people are actually scared to go back to work on Mondays. Jobs are stressful. Jobs are a necessary evil when trying to provide yourself with the life you think you deserve. If jobs were candy and nuts, every day would be fucking Christmas. Having a job has nothing to do with privilege – having a job is a requirement in order to survive. Loans, rent, bills – they don’t pay themselves, 14-dollar bloody marys or not.

So. Many. People. don’t have the luxury of having a job in general or of having a job that pays a living wage that allows them kick back on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. For the jobless especially, every day is the “Sunday scaries,” except worse because without brunch or like, any guarantee of breakfast, lunch, or dinner. The threat and/or reality of not being able to afford enough food is too concrete a thing for too many people.

So you – the same girl who advocated boozy weekends a few paragraphs ago – are going to sit in your ivory tower shaming hardworking people who have been hired because of their qualifications for enjoying their time off as they so shall choose? Interesting strategy there. As someone who used to work an irregular schedule (but, albeit, has always been able to afford breakfast), the yearning for a more comfortable and consistent lifestyle was a motivation. Complaining about those who can afford the things I can’t is like solving an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

So. Many. People. (see what I did there?) work hard in stressful positions to provide for themselves.

Words are important, and the words that become especially popular are indicative of the ethos of a particular generation (or subgroup of that generation.) What kind of ethos are we building? How does this ethos affect the way we move through the world and how we treat others?

It’s like you just took a class and learned what “ethos” means and decided to use Sunday anxiety as your hill to die on. I’m ignoring this paragraph because it’s even more pointless than the greater argument you’re trying to make.

A few days ago I read a great article, or tbh it might’ve been a long comment in a thread, that highlighted how we tend to talk about privilege in terms of either a presence or an absence, depending on our situation. For those who experience privilege as a presence, it’s important to recognize that — and, if one has it, one damn well shouldn’t flaunt it. Rather, one can actively try and figure out how to help restructure the current system, you know, the one that allows for so many to suffer and so few to actually thrive and real their full potential.

What are you, new? Have you ever seen social media before, Melissa? It’s pretty much made to flaunt privilege. I haven’t posted on Instagram in a month because I haven’t done any cool shit over the last month, and no one wants me (or anyone else) to post their problems and dirty laundry for the world to see. That’s what Tumblr’s for. But condemning those for being proud of the fruits of their labor is pretty uppity, no? I mean, I don’t want to stoop to your level, but you’ve posted drinks to Instagram before. From Manhattan. That were probably close to those $14 bloodies you shamed everyone for earlier.

Using the phrase the “Sunday scaries” flaunts privilege. Let’s not do that. It may seem small, but it’s a step in the right direction re: being less of an asshole, re: maybe making the world a less agonizing place. No more “Sunday scaries.”

Nothing about publicly discussing your weekend-ending anxiety “flaunts privilege.” “Privilege” would be not having to go work the next day rather than being huddled away in your tiny apartment regretting all the money you spent leading up to Sunday night.

Having uneasiness about embarking on another long, arduous work week doesn’t make anyone an asshole or make the world an agonizing place – it’s natural. Natural worry. Natural to want to improve. Natural to progress. Natural to push yourself to the point where you don’t feel complacent.

I’ll get off my soapbox now. Happy Sunday, readers!

I mean, is it a happy Sunday for you, Melissa? I’d venture to guess that it isn’t.

[via Medium]

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Will deFries (Twitter / Instagram) is a Senior Writer at Grandex and the world's foremost authority on Sunday Scaries (Twitter / Instagram).

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