dir/new_school/rant: V day
Riding on the elevator a coworker asked if I'd taken care of that Valentines thing… I shrugged; mumbling that I'm not a Valentines kinda guy and how I thought it was bullshit. The coworker then went on to chastise me for not "understanding that Valentines Day isn't for you, it's for her".
I dare say…
Fuck that.
Don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily consider myself a Romantic, in the conventional sense. I write poetry, but few upbeat personifications of love, truth be told, usually when you write on love, it's about how screwed up it is. On occasion, I'll write the piece which is about survival and learning to love yourself. I do advocate loving and more importantly understanding yourself. I don't really get into the group conscious about love or how it is perceived.
If Valentines day is just for her, then I say fuck her. Not my her, you know "her" the embodiment that anyone is supposed to believe that it's just for her, whoever the fuck is her anyway?
If I'm gay and I'm a Top is "her" my bottom? Does "he" not get one, because "he" isn't "her" Is a lesbian couple comprised or two "her"'s or is a dyke not a "her" on some principle.
A few months ago, I bought my significant other two dozen roses, they were a great deal, I picked a Vase, I went to her place, I clipped them, arranged them and added a personal touch to them, no note, just good lighting and a pleasant surprise.
I'm not buying no fucking roses today, nope. Valentines Day has turned into a scheduled expenditure. I find nothing romantic about it. I think it's bullshit and a annual dowry you are supposed to pay to whoever you are dating, whoever you want to date, or whoever you're married to. It's silly…
Romance dies when it is scheduled and shaped into one event. It's a relationship tax, that has lost it's romantic roots to fiscal gratification. I can't believe that it builds or adds to a relationship, nor do I like it's implications. It's possible that I still have paste under my fingers and little cutout snips of construction paper that follow me around, trapping me in the past, when a sparkling folded card was more then enough to give to my mom.
The problem is that I am in a relationship and it is a bit awkward to pull out your soapbox when all the winged fatboys are running around, shooting fools in the wallet. And of course I'd like for my SO to be happy and recognized and accepted into her group and social circles as someone who is loved and loved in a big way, with roses and champagne and Hotel rooms and diamonds and all kinds of other shit like that.
Of course I am the guy who wants to buy a minivan, I'm the gun carrying, motorcycle riding, poetry writing dude, do I really give shit about fitting in, do I have any big weight on my shoulders to make sure my girlfriend is duly recognized and adorned for all to see, by her peers and work mates on this bullshit day?
No.
Any day but today.
Follow last year's Valentines day rant series, it's
funny.
V-Day
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JLW pitches her disposition
V-Day
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The ScumDog 95 makes a retort to JLW's commentary