Happy Valentine’s day to me!
Happy Valentine’s day to me!
So, yet again, here I am being gauche. I LOVE Christmas and, yep, I love Valentine’s day.
But it’s a tacky commercial holiday designed to promote competative spending as a degraded expression of love while exalting relationships as the source of Meaning and denigrating single people everywhere! Yep.
It’s also a day that I enjoy more single. Go figure. If you’re dating someone on V-day (hehe. Vagina) then whatever you (do or don’t) get prompts “but is it just because it’s V-day and s/he has lots of money?” or “this isn’t a manifestation of indiference, it’s a protest against all the Evil Valentine’s day represents.”
Single on Valentine’s day means playing V-day elf. I surprised five of my co-workers with unmotivated and unexpected V-day chocolates. I sent surprise flowers. I left Gwyneth her favorite jam, gourmet tea, cinnamon buns and chocolates on the tray outside her door.
I got to be genuinely surprised and delighted (not smug or relieved) to find a rose and tasty treats laid out for me when I got home. (Thanks to Albert Camus, with help on this side of the grave by my lovely logician...)
Actually, I just wish I’d gotten my game together a little earlier. My non-bay area friends were sadly neglected this V-day. Must do better next time. . . .
Oh yeah, and my answering machine left me a Valentine’s day present. Apparently, I got into Berkeley. (As in the school I lied about applying to because I was so sure that my application ended up being crap.) The department is still waiting to see if they get funding for me. We shall see . . .
Happy Valentine’s day, y’all! G’night!
So, yet again, here I am being gauche. I LOVE Christmas and, yep, I love Valentine’s day.
But it’s a tacky commercial holiday designed to promote competative spending as a degraded expression of love while exalting relationships as the source of Meaning and denigrating single people everywhere! Yep.
It’s also a day that I enjoy more single. Go figure. If you’re dating someone on V-day (hehe. Vagina) then whatever you (do or don’t) get prompts “but is it just because it’s V-day and s/he has lots of money?” or “this isn’t a manifestation of indiference, it’s a protest against all the Evil Valentine’s day represents.”
Single on Valentine’s day means playing V-day elf. I surprised five of my co-workers with unmotivated and unexpected V-day chocolates. I sent surprise flowers. I left Gwyneth her favorite jam, gourmet tea, cinnamon buns and chocolates on the tray outside her door.
I got to be genuinely surprised and delighted (not smug or relieved) to find a rose and tasty treats laid out for me when I got home. (Thanks to Albert Camus, with help on this side of the grave by my lovely logician...)
Actually, I just wish I’d gotten my game together a little earlier. My non-bay area friends were sadly neglected this V-day. Must do better next time. . . .
Oh yeah, and my answering machine left me a Valentine’s day present. Apparently, I got into Berkeley. (As in the school I lied about applying to because I was so sure that my application ended up being crap.) The department is still waiting to see if they get funding for me. We shall see . . .
Happy Valentine’s day, y’all! G’night!