The True Meaning of Labor Day


Labor Day. Some say it’s getting too commercial—too gaudy. Stores put out their festive Labor Day decorations months in advance. Homeowners race each other to string up their Labor Day lights first. And radio stations play the same Labor Day songs nonstop. Yes, America, it seems somewhere along the way we lost the true meaning of Labor Day.

Let’s not kid ourselves. Labor Day ain’t what it used to be. What used to be a humble observance has morphed into an orgy of crass secular celebration, an orgy whose key bowl is the first Monday of September and whose keys are the picnic hamburgers, potato salad and corn hole boards that we worship instead of the true spirit of Labor Day.

Now everyone everywhere takes advantage of this precious holiday for all the wrong reasons. Over at Fox News, the Fair and Balanced Squad runs hyped-up stories about the supposed “War on Labor Day.”

As if.

Oh, yes, there is a War on Labor Day, but it’s not the one Fox News claims it is. Just because one small town in Pennsylvania or wherever wants to honor a little thing called the Constitution and refuses to erect scenes from the first Labor Day in front of city hall does not mean Labor Day is under attack. In fact, it’s pretty hilarious that Fox News would choose to defend Labor Day from “attack” when it continually practices none of Labor Day’s most cherished values. But that’s another commentary!

A brief side note: To those who actively celebrate Labor Day, it would be nice to see some of you step away from the Labor Day shopping lines for a moment and donate your time to a local soup kitchen or give toys for children who will have no toys this Labor Day.

The Internet has only exacerbated the issue, in my opinion. What was once a quiet, dignified celebration of American workers has ballooned into a self-serving social media frenzy. Oh, how handsome your family looks on Labor Day in front of your Labor Day tree! Right there in my Facebook feed. Aren’t you all SO perfect?

And what about those Americans who do not work? To them Labor Day is nothing but an organized insult, one that brazenly touts the virtues of gainful employment and national progress to the nation’s be-couched. As a country we spit on an entire group of people with our Labor Day preening.


What is the true meaning of Labor Day? It’s not about the Labor Day gifts or the Labor Day movies or all that delicious Labor Day eggnog. Labor Day is a day in which we celebrate the virtues of working by not working. Let us never, ever forget this fact.

So Happy Labor Day, America! And to our Jewish friends, please enjoy all eight days and nights of this special Labor Day season. And to our black brothers and sisters, Happy Laboranza.

Joe Donatelli is a journalist in Los Angeles. Follow him @joedonatelli.

Photo by Robert Couse-Baker

Is It Good? Blaze Pizza


Blaze Pizza solves the biggest problem in the pizza business: how long it takes to make a pizza. Making a pizza takes forever. By the time you drive to a pizza joint, wait for the waiter to take your order, put in your order and then pick at a salad while the restaurant’s wood-fire authentic Tuscan Italian brick oven takes one complete World Cup qualifying and tournament cycle to make your pizza, you are dead because you can’t live for four years on one small side salad.

Blaze Pizza, with its aggressive orange color scheme and flame logo, is all “Eff that. Hurry up and pick some toppings, and we’ll nuke your artisanal pizza in 180 seconds, you go-getter, you.”

That’s 175 seconds too long, but it’s progress.

I recently checked out the Blaze Pizza at The Grove Farmer’s Market.

Just like Chipotle, there’s an ingredient line, and you can customize your pie.


We didn’t customize because my wife didn’t want to see how high I could get the workers to stack jalapenos on a pizza before a manager got involved, but customizing is an option. If you want mushrooms and applewood bacon–you got it. If you want chicken, sausage, pepperoni and meatballs–they’ll do it. If you have enemies, you can slide a piece of paper across the counter with a name and address and “things happen,” no questions asked. They really aim to please.

Our pizza topping sherpa was training a new employee, and the new employee was timid with the toppings, and the veteran employee kept throwing more on. This is exactly what I like in a food establishment–wanton disregard for efficiency in exchange for maximum customer satisfaction. We ordered the Red Vine  (ovalini mozzarella, cherry tomatoes, parmesan, basil, red sauce, olive oil drizzle) off the Signature Menu. This is what it looked like. You can tell from the lack of dead animals and spices that my wife selected it.


The crust was thin, which was fine by me, because I prefer tasting ingredients over chewing a pound of white bread. The ingredients were fresh, and half a pizza was the perfect amount of food. We also had salads and drinks. The whole thing came to $20. Not bad for a date-night meal before a movie.

And so now the question…the big question…the only one that matters.

Blaze Pizza: Is it good?

It is.

Blaze Pizza is good.

When I want world-class pizza, I will go to Mozza. When I want volume, I will go to Shakey’s. When I want to eat a pizza at lunch on a workday without having to wolf down three slices in five minutes because it took 55 minutes for the pizza to reach the table, I will go to Blaze.

- @joedonatelli

The 19 Funniest Exercise Fads of All-Time


I have a new piece on Livestrong rounding up the 19 funniest exercise fads of all time. My favorite, by far, is Prancercise, pictured above. What is Prancercise?

From the list:

If you ever see someone prancing through the park like a horse, don’t call the cops. They’re not on LSD. They’re Prancercising. Joanne Rohrback’s Prancercise video has more than 10 million views on YouTube. And, yes, to answer your question, Prancercise is real. A book is currently available on, where you can also view a photo of Rohrback prancing in a field with what appears to be a Photoshopped horse. The Prancercise inventor, for some reason, always looks like she’s dressed for lunch at the country club. She describes her prancing workout thusly: “It’s about self-expression. It’s about nonviolence. It’s about conservation.” Actually, it’s about strapping on ankle weights, turning up the volume and exercising like nobody’s watching!

Even more ridiculous exercise fad: Treadmill Bike.

You can read all about it here.

Reason Calls Me Fat


I made my debut on today, and the libertarian publication called me fat. It’s OK. I wrote about being fat. Still, they could have said I was “ample” or “stout” or that my waistline was  “Keynesian.” They could have said: “Food Stimulus Victim Apologizes to His Fellow Taxpayers.” So much kinder and more accurate.

It all started a few weeks ago when the managing editor of asked me to write a “non-deadly serious” take on Obamacare.

The resulting article, I’m happy to report, is probably the least serious opinion ever written about our national health care law.

It contains the following words:

  • lawn ornament
  • free-range meatballs
  • shorts
  • tater-tots
  • Queen of Wien

Feeling the heat yet, Tom Friedman?

In the article I wrote an apology to people who take good care of their bodies.

On behalf of everyone who’s ever put Doritos on their sandwich for extra crunch or drunken copious amounts of beer out of a lawn ornament while tailgating, I’d like to say, “I’m sorry.” With no chance of repeal or reform of Obamacare anytime soon, our personal health and finances are more closely intertwined than ever. Many of us are simply not up for this massive responsibility.

You can read the rest here.

The article is already starting to receive comments.

This was a good one.

The overweight guy is likely to die…He’s a net financial gain to society.

This next one I like better, mainly because it doesn’t involve my death.

I couldn’t survive in France. Ketchup is my favorite vegetable.

I am SO proud to finally be contributing to the important national discourse my fellow citizens are having about important federal legislation, ketchup and France.

- Twitter:@joedonatelli



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