Last year I posted my annual rant about Valentines Day being a fake, made-up holiday and how stupid I thought it was. It was amazing the number of people that took this personally. I lost over 90% of my readers over over my rant and I am just finally getting back up to the numbers I had last year. So, if I was smart I would leave well enough alone and not say anything, right?
Well, I am not the sharpest pencil in the box so I have to say something.
Valentines day is a made-up holiday that has no useful function in the real world.
There I said it. Get mad at me, rant and rave but it's the truth. I love My Darling Wife 365 days a year, so what makes this one day so important that I have to bend over backwards to show that I love her? Can't I show her all year long that she is special and not just wait and do it one time a year?
I mean really, I could give her dead flowers (roses) that someone has decreed to be romantic but I think giving dead flowers to symbolize a forever blooming and growing love sends exactly the wrong message. Sounds like you're wanting the love to die just like the flowers.
There is the ever popular chocolates to give her. What women do you know that is not on a diet and complaining about her figure. So, I should give her chocolates and send the message I want her to gain weight? Do I really look that stupid?
The other popular gift idea for this made up holiday is lingerie. Let's get serious, is sexy lingerie for her, or for the man giving it? I know the answer to that one and it's real obvious. Giving sexy underwear sends the message that the person you are giving It to is nothing more than a toy to be used at your pleasure. Don't get me wrong, might be fun for all parties involved but still the message seems demeaning to me.
Society puts way to much pressure on the male of the species over this one meaningless day. Why is that? Why isn't it the women's responsibility to do something special on this made up day? Why is all the pressure on the man? If it's so special to women they should take care of the situation, not get mad at the man because he didn't do what they wanted.
I will again reiterate, I LOVE MY DARLING WIFE 365 DAYS A YEAR, why do I have to worry about one made-up holiday. Simple, I don't worry. I just rant about the stupidity of it.
One last thing, last year on my rant about this My Darling Wife got attacked for loving and caring for such a creep as me. I will not put up with that this year. All comments will be moderated to this post and any attacks on My Darling Wife will be deleted and the offending party banned from my site forever. I hope that is clear enough. Attack me all you want for talking a little sense, but leave My Darling Wife out of it.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! Thomas Hood
Damn keyboard can't spell. It's world and not word where I state "Valentines day is a made-up holiday that has no useful function in the real word." I've corrected it but thanks to Aaron for posting the quote which drew my attention to the error.
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Oh, and the card reads:
If I were a sculptor, I would try to catpure your image in flawless marble...blah blah. If I were a painter I would try to recreate the fiery passion...blah blah...And if I were a poet (Look inside now) I could probably think up lots more romantic crap like that.
HA HA HA - it made me laugh. My Honey tells me he loves me and shows me by his actions...it is all that I want or need.
Happy Tuesday to you Ed, and to you and your Darling Wife Sam!
But, I do know his love for Christ, for family, for community. It doesn't take a ceremony to prove it. I'm blessed.
The boss thinks enough of me to share every decision about running this place, to the point of showing salesmen exactly where the driveway is, if they don't want to discuss business with me.
So what if he is not the sentimental sort?
Money events. Bragging events. Wal-Mart events. Showmanship! Or Salesmanship.
You people made my day!
I agree about the lingerie as well, if I wanted to give my wife something to wear to bed, I'd just give her nothing.
Here is the original Mother's Day Proclamation:
Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.
Not exactly something Hallmark would be interested in, unfortunetly...