February 9, 2010 4 Comments
…. Stupid cupid keeps on calling me… so I shot the bastard-child dead.
In a post-feminist era, where men feel emasculated and women are far to masculine for their own goods but “maudit, vivre la femme libre”… we have to deal with yet another blatant, in-yer-face double standard at its truest best.
Valentine’s day. It’s perhaps the worst week ever in my books.
This is how I see it.
All year round, women kick the masculine out of men by claiming: I DON’T NEED YOU. I CAN DO THIS MYSELF. I AM WOMAN AFTERALL!!!! But then rolls in Valentine’s day and gosh darnit – I’ll be damned if I don’t hear HE BETTER BUY ME SOMETHING GOOD AND MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN OR ELSE… really? He better? Make you feel like a woman? What, can’t you do that yourself? With that attitude – I’d like to bitch slap you all the way to the Amazon where you belong. Sad. But I hear it all the time. And those women don’t get it. They don’t understand the meaning of love – for themselves and for the men in their lives. But here they are coupled up… making stupid ass comments like that… and getting what they want.
Ugh. I don’t get it. It’s like the Clash of the Titans on estrogen. It doesn’t make sense.
The whole commercialization of Valentine’s Day doesn’t make sense to me. Period. Add in the complications of feminist women and emasculated men – and well – it makes my head hurt and I want to vomit.
I have to question why the world needs one day to remind them to love the one there with (or the many they are with)? Are their priorities so messed up that they need one day of commercialized and superficial love and affection to get them back on track… only to begrudge the cost of it days later when the credit card statement comes in?
Valentine’s day is meaningless. It’s a day of warped and misplaced expectations.
Coupled up people – many women expects over-the-top, one day a year, displays of public affection so that they can say while competing with her coworker What did your man get you? Oh. My man got me this!!! While the men, well hell – I don’t know what the men say to each other honestly. Do they even get anything for Valentine’s day? Are they ok with just a card while their female counterparts expect and get that much more… or else? Is that OK? I don’t see the balance in that.
Single people – are reminded of how pathetic and unloved we are for not having a Valentine. It’s a crazy, blatant in-yer-face reminder of how lonely at times being single can be. And therefore, how unworthy of someone’s time and affection you are. Even if it’s not true… there it is. Everywhere you turn, telling you it is.
Neither one is accurate nor ok. There is no balance. One extreme to the next.
Whatever happened to taking the time to tell those you do love, that you do each day – with actions and reminders that you do love them. Sure life can get in the way at times. Trials and tribulations – daily hardships make it difficult to see the beauty in the simple things that speak volumes more than a one time a year superficial, insincere holiday does.
But I don’t get the whole one-day a year role reversal that now make men responsible for showering their women with crap for them to brag about the next day while mostly being neglected by the inequality of the holiday. I don’t get, nor appreciate, how the holiday amplifies the singledom of many who aren’t coupled up. And even if by choice, it still makes you feel like a tasteless eel for having chosen the single life.
I am not bitter.
I know, doesn’t sound like it, does it?
But really, I’m not.
I am not a hater.
I just don’t get it.
I don’t need one day a year to tell those I love… that I love them.
I let my actions towards them speak for me… when words fail to do so.
I don’t need to be coupled up to love… and to feel love.
While I might struggle with finding the balance between being a liberated woman and not emasculating a man… I am a firm believer that my man (when there is a MY MAN in my life) deserves to be treated just as special, in a manner fit for him… as often as I can, while expecting the same in return. I don’t believe in the one-way street… and Valentine’s day represents that to me.
And until the true spirit of Valentine’s day is alive and well in a screwed up, ill-prioritized world, I choose to boycott the stupid holiday.