Thursday, 14 February 2008
Grumpy (not old) man and naked woman
I'm not really into special days. Not even birthdays. But Valentine's Day just seems to get worse every year. Fortunately, I've not had to "celebrate" it recently, but I used to get by with the minimum possible fuss when I was married.
But, you say, what a romantic day! Just the two of you, out for that special intimate meal - surrounded by so many other couples it's like a market place. Or flowers at specially inflated prices (I wasn't able to avoid that one), or cards.
I don't generally do cards. For any occasion. Cards are supposed to be sent to people on special days. People that you're not going to see. When I was married I saw my wife nearly every day. What would I want to get her a card for?
Then there's chocolate. The modern woman is on a constant diet and views such gifts with suspicion. Do you really want her to get fat? Haven't you noticed that she's on a diet? Don't you care? Actually, you wanted to get something special, to give her a break from all that fat-free, sugar-free, flavour-free stuff, but she doesn't see it that way.
I hope that those of you who will be "celebrating" this occasion have a nice day. I hope you don't have an allergic reaction to the flowers, that you don't get sick on chocolate and champagne.
The day wouldn't be complete without a reference to Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Pretty much the ideal woman. Sex mad and not into fashion (or indeed clothes at all). No wonder they used to worship her...