Valentines Day Vultures
VALENTINES DAY VULTURES - Today is Valentine’s Day and couples are celebrating all over the world. Well, half of most couples anyway, the gals.
The other half gets to pay for it and woe to the gent who doesn’t get it right by bringing the wrong flowers, candy or perfume and the one who doesn’t take her out for a beautiful expensive dinner complete with wine, violins and the perfect piece of jewelry.
Is anyone else getting sick just thinking of this or is it just me? I have never been a fan of the “romance holidays” and perhaps that is why I don’t understand how Valentine’s Day, or as I affectionately call it “Vulture’s Day,” got to be such a huge marketing scheme and money maker.
When I think of how we train our children even before school age to accept this as normal behavior, I find myself just shaking my head. Why does everyone in the class get one, even if they are mean? Do we really want the teacher to be our child’s valentine-I mean really, there has been a bit too much of that lately.
I am not opposed to love, but I am opposed to manipulation and we are being manipulated and duped by big business that there are only a few token days a year that we can express our love to the one we love, and Valentine’s Day is the granddaddy of them all. There are 365 days in a year; be original and pick a different one; a date that will belong only to the two of you.
Looking at the day from a man’s perspective, it must be filled with anxiety as he tries to do everything right to make it a perfect day. The pressure is intense, even if he has been married or in the relationship for years. He second guesses himself until he runs out of time and money.
As a woman, the day is filled with excitement. What will he give me, where will we go for dinner, and the bigggie: “Will he ask me to marry him?” She primps, sprays and gets dressed for what she has built up to be an apocalyptic event.
The jewelry stores guarantee if you pick the “right” ring she will love it and say “yes.” Flower shops have her saying, “You are the best ever,” and every restaurant promises a quiet atmosphere when you know that everyone will be out on the town crowding the restaurants, the waitstaff will be rushed and the cooks overworked. To create a perfect night counting on everyone doing their part is sure to be a disaster.
Now I know there are those of you who are thinking I have never been in love or that I must have had some terrible experiences. Maybe my husband is an awful gift giver? Nothing could be further from the truth. I have loved and been loved deeply. I express my feelings clearly and frequently to anyone I cherish. You know when I think you are special. It’s just how I am.
My opinion on Vulture’s Day, excuse me Valentine’s Day, has come from years of watching ads on TV and way too many friends and family getting all sweaty about what should be a beautiful time to celebrate love.
Instead, between all the media hype and fairy tales, it has lost its magic and has become an exact science with unpredictable results.
Do yourself a favor, and if you choose to celebrate Valentine’s Day, make it personal. Keep it between the two of you, or if you have a family do something you all enjoy instead of getting dressed up so you can wait hours to eat a lukewarm meal in an overcrowded, loud restaurant.
Make your memories count and remember to say “I love you!”