I can’t decide if a piñata is an adequate way to celebrate or denigrate something. When we were kids, we bought a SpongeBob piñata for my cousin who loved SpongeBob. It seemed fitting to celebrate his birthday. When we started to hit the piñata with a stick, he burst into tears. There are photos of me lunging with an oddly ferocious look for a 9 year old over the yellow papier-mâché box. Behind is a newly turned 3 year old witnessing his first real act of violence.