Wednesday, February 14, 2007

one day or....

Conversation between myself, two other women, and a young man who just broke his engagement to his high school sweetheart and also just spent $15,000 on a wedding that is no longer going to be taking place.

Yesterday:

Married woman: I won't get a card from my husband because he thinks Valentine's Day is nothing more than a way for the card companies to make money.

PG: Hmm, I hear that reasoning from a lot of men. I wonder how women feel about Valentine's Day.

Man, pointedly asking me: I don't know. How do women feel?

PG: I would rather have 364 days of special versus one.
This made the young man laugh, which made me happy.

How about all of you? How do you feel about this day of love?

10 comments:

Steven Novak said...

I think if I don't acknowledge it I'll never hear the end of it...

So I acknowledge it. :)

Steve~

Yeah, him. said...

I'm snowed in and unable to go anywhere as the snow and ice and freezing rain bombard my east coast apartment building. It's not like I had anything planned, but I could have at least believed that there was somewhere I could go and potentially hope to meet someone, so seeing as I'm not getting love for Valentine's Day, I guess I have to believe in better luck next year.

As for the wedding guy, can't he sell what he bought on Ebay and offer some lucky bidder a discount wedding? I know that might sound tabboo and all, but it might recoup some of the cash he'll be paying for years.

Such is the mind of the single guy.

Phollower said...

The Spousal Unit and I don't do anything for Valentine's day. Nothing. That's because I give her all the love I have all year long. Or maybe because we're lazy. You decide.

Actually we got snowed in and work for both of us was canceled so we stayed home and "celebrated", if you know what I'm sayin'. And I've read your blog long enough to know that you do.

HST said...

I have mixed feelings about this "holiday" and the truth is that if I tried to go into it, I would take up way too much of your comment space. So I'll just say this:

Lindt Chocolate Truffles and a vibrator.

Party Girl said...

Steve: Good boy. Now, sit.

Yeah him: Ah, a man after my own...

I guess the wedding guy and his ex got a full refund on everything except the honeymoon. I just got the full scoop. It's so lame.

Ph: Oh, yeah, baby. Now that's the kind of lovin' and celebrating I like to read and hear about!

HST: Yeah. I get that. However, feel free to take up as much space as needed if you need the space to vent. My comment space is your comment space.

Me? My attitude has been summed up as sarcastic as hell.

Yep.

That about does it today.

That and the latest post. The cure for today, VD, a shot. I'll be serving mine up in a glass.

Oh hell. I'll just take the bottle.

Jeff C. said...

If I waited for just one day per year to do something nice, she'd never let me have my balls back. For real.

Dirty Bunny said...

I feel, fuck roses...give me chocolate, lots of it.

But, yep, I totally agree. I wouldn't trade the every day my Joefish tucks me in or tells me how beautiful and funny I am for anything.

Valentine's Day is just another day when I'm treated like a queen all year long.

Jay said...

I ganked this from Wikipedia:

"His birth date and birthplace are unknown. Valentine's name does not occur in the earliest list of Roman martyrs, which was compiled by the Chronographer of 354.

The feast of St. Valentine was first decreed in 496 by Pope Gelasius I, who included Valentine among those "... whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God." As Gelasius implied, nothing is known about the lives of any of these martyrs.

According to the Catholic Encyclopedia, the saint whose feast was celebrated on the day now known as St. Valentine's Day was possibly one of three martyred men named Valentinus who lived in the late third century, during the reign of Emperor Claudius II (died 270):

* a priest in Rome
* a bishop of Interamna (modern Terni)
* a martyr in the Roman province of Africa.

Various dates are given for their martyrdoms: 269, 270 or 273.[1] The name was a popular one in Late Antiquity, with its connotations of valens, "being strong". Several emperors and a pope bore the name, [2] not to mention a powerful gnostic teacher of the second century, Valentinius, for a time drawing a threateningly large following.

That the creation of the feast for such dimly conceived figures may have been an attempt to supersede the pagan holiday of Lupercalia that was still being celebrated in fifth-century Rome, on February 15 is apparently a figment of the English eighteenth-century antiquarian Alban Butler, embellished by Francis Douce, as Jack Oruch conclusively demonstrated in 1981.[3] Many of the current legends that characterise Saint Valentine were invented in the fourteenth century in England, notably by Geoffrey Chaucer and his circle, when the feast day of February 14 first became associated with romantic love."

I have read this information in at least ten other places. St. Valentine probably didn't even exist. Yet, there are women whom I know who, if I were dating and I didn't succumb to the multi-billion dollar industry that is Valentine's Day, I would be an asshole.

Oh, wait...I already AM an asshole!


Nevermind. ;-P

Jason said...

Couldn't agree more!

If you are in love, it should be 365 days of making her feel special!

Party Girl said...

Jeff: ah, that's love.

Dirty bunny: Oh, that's so damn sweet. Color me green.

Jay: It's a totally made up holiday for made up reason. But, I got to thinking, everyone seems to feel the same way about this "holiday" so, why excatly do we buy into it? All of the women I talked with yesterday all felt the same way as the men, complete bullshit, but yet all of the men felt that they had better do something, but all of the women I spoke with didn't care and frankly, had other things they wanted to do besides go to dinner.
So, there you go. Maybe if both sexes spoke to each other they would find neither really gives a damn.

Jason:...and him.

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