Valentine's Day Post
I’m tired of Valentine’s Day. Whatever happened to “money can’t buy love?” We all know the song; we all seem to think it’s pretty true. So if money can’t buy love, then why the hell are we marketing it? It seems every store at the mall is selling love these days. Everywhere I go there are fuzzy teddy bears with plush hearts that say “I Love You,” pink poodles, chocolate-dipped strawberries; the list goes on. I couldn’t even buy Reese’s peanut butter cups that weren’t in the shape of hearts. The perfume section of Macy’s is sporting a big red and white sign that says: Love only $28. For Her and Him. Hell, for 28 bucks I’ll take some Love. For Me.
I turned on the radio this morning and caught the tail end of “Love Stinks” (no joke), which was followed rather incongruously by about five jewelers’ ads back-to-back. Gem Jewelry, Hannoush Jewelers, Belden, Michael’s, Zales; every jeweler in the state wants to save you up to thousands of dollars on diamonds. Diamond rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces. Nothing says love like a diamond. (Except maybe a simple, yet sincere “I love you.”) Diamonds to celebrate your past, present and future. Well, there are no lovers in my past or present, so that leaves the future. In other words, I would technically only need one third of a diamond, which (despite being more affordable) a) doesn’t sound like it would be all that attractive and b) is assuming I will find a lover sometime in the future. And supposing I do, find a lover that is, I’m pretty sure I’d rather have him in the present than in the future. So I would need the second third of the diamond. And if we stay together long enough to, say, have a past, and still be crazy enough about each other to want to stick it out into the future, then I guess I’d need that last third of the diamond. At this point, I’d have a diamond that’s glued together in two places and will most likely fall apart. So really I don’t want a diamond at all. The truth is I would melt, just melt, with a kiss. A kiss and the promise that he loves me.
I turned on the radio this morning and caught the tail end of “Love Stinks” (no joke), which was followed rather incongruously by about five jewelers’ ads back-to-back. Gem Jewelry, Hannoush Jewelers, Belden, Michael’s, Zales; every jeweler in the state wants to save you up to thousands of dollars on diamonds. Diamond rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces. Nothing says love like a diamond. (Except maybe a simple, yet sincere “I love you.”) Diamonds to celebrate your past, present and future. Well, there are no lovers in my past or present, so that leaves the future. In other words, I would technically only need one third of a diamond, which (despite being more affordable) a) doesn’t sound like it would be all that attractive and b) is assuming I will find a lover sometime in the future. And supposing I do, find a lover that is, I’m pretty sure I’d rather have him in the present than in the future. So I would need the second third of the diamond. And if we stay together long enough to, say, have a past, and still be crazy enough about each other to want to stick it out into the future, then I guess I’d need that last third of the diamond. At this point, I’d have a diamond that’s glued together in two places and will most likely fall apart. So really I don’t want a diamond at all. The truth is I would melt, just melt, with a kiss. A kiss and the promise that he loves me.
posted by Cata @ 7:56 PM
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