My Christmas sweater was a gift, and it was given with love, so I don't want it to be skewered. But more to the point, I'm against ugly sweater contests in general because — strange as it sounds — I feel sorry for the sweaters.
I've been trying to figure out why that is. Could it be the way I sentimentalize clothing, a habit that has filled my closet with items that would be better off at Goodwill? Or could it be deeper than that?
Christmas sweaters, like Jello salad and green bean casserole, speak of an earlier, less ironic era. Could it be that in satirizing sweaters with appliqués and rick-rack we're announcing that we're beyond such froufrou — even though we're following the fashion of our era just as rigidly. (Will we someday have ripped jean contests — the more ripped the better?)
Seems to me that with all there is to celebrate at the holidays, choosing to belittle something (even something that's asking for it) is a poor use of our time. I know, I know. Lighten up — it's just a sweater. But maybe ... it's more.
(This is not my sweater. It's from an invitation to an ugly sweater contest.)