tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835320734736708175.post8626073481108081295..comments2023-03-25T08:35:07.684-05:00Comments on A Borderline Mom: Why Valentine's Day Sometimes Really Does End in Bloodshedhamsterkittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05216300157534802197noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835320734736708175.post-69855243865026135942011-04-13T19:52:52.552-05:002011-04-13T19:52:52.552-05:00I guess to each their own, but I think that my jad...I guess to each their own, but I think that my jaded sweeping generalizations are the consensus of the realists in life and not the idealists. We'd all love that storybook romance, but it doesn't exist. Maybe most of us would like to think we aren't selfish and greedy, but we are. We're human, we're American, we're inherently selfish.hamsterkittenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05216300157534802197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835320734736708175.post-89417072830956796272011-02-24T14:12:45.691-06:002011-02-24T14:12:45.691-06:00Wow. I disagree with this entirely, AND I'm a ...Wow. I disagree with this entirely, AND I'm a woman. What a collection of huge sweeping generalizations. Maybe it's because I haven't been a reader for very long, but I can't decode if you're being serious here, or joking, or just really trying to piss women off by being so narrow-minded.<br /><br />You claim that women fall into one of three categories on how they feel toward V-day, and that it's directly influenced by their relationship status on said day. I beg to differ. Every year, single or not, I've taken it upon myself to give small gifts to my coworkers and friends, something to make them smile or laugh. This year, even though I do have a significant other, I went to dinner with one of my single girlfriends on actual V-day. He had his kids that night, and I wasn't the least bit resentful or hurt that I didn't get to see him. I know he cares about me whether it's 2/14 or any other day of the year. <br /><br />He and I did get together the night before for dinner. I received a single heart-shaped balloon and a small box of those chalky Sweet-tart candies with the little messages written on them. If he spent 5 bucks on all of that together, I'd be surprised. He did pay for dinner as well. But I was not in the LEAST disappointed that there weren't rose petals/strawberries/stretched limos/a live marching band/etc. Previous years I've received dvds or a single flower, and it's all been appreciated. It doesn't have to be extravagant to be meaningful. <br /><br />And seriously, if he ever proposes to me ON V-day, I will be disappointed. Not all of us live on this "We've been together 8 months, WHEN is he gonna propose??!" clock you referred to. That's so completely ridiculous.<br /><br />Also? V-day is not just for the girls. For his Valentine's gift, I took him to a live theater performance and paid for dinner. He was very excited about this, as he doesn't know much about theater yet but wants to learn, and being able to give him that experience was a wonderful feeling. If you TRULY want to hang onto your theory that Valentine’s is just for the ladies…well, I guess the boys get Steak and a BJ Day on March 14th. But that’s one we’ll celebrate anyway, even though I gave him V-day gifts.<br /><br />So. Not all women are shallow, self-absorbed harpies when it comes to Valentine's Day. Not all of us are bitter and sneering when watching everyone around us getting flowers. And not all of us feel we have the right to demand extraneous displays of adoration. This entire post just made me shake my head in bemusement, hoping that there are other women out there that don't fit into these confining generalities.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835320734736708175.post-5216459912639724112011-02-13T17:07:22.781-06:002011-02-13T17:07:22.781-06:00After almost ten years of marriage, Valentine'...After almost ten years of marriage, Valentine's Day has become blah. It's a day for single people and newlyweds. Men can only fake the appearance of being romantic for so long. As women, we should remember the inspirational words of Whitney Houston--"learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all." Sniff. Sniff. Stop it, Whitney! Geez!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com