Phil and other musings on Love
Either way, I'm looking forward to Spring and the eight month reprieve from paying exhorbitant gas bills.
There are a lot of celebrations in February, not the least of which is Valentines day. This is the day when millions of men nationwide, with sweaty palms and empty wallets, give their sweethearts roses and sexy undies in hopes of assuaging any of their own wrongdoing the previous year. Unfortunately, the sexy undies are best kept for the Victoria's Secret models, but we will wear them and FEEL sexy, yes we will! And then we will realize the comfort of Hanes Her Way and place the sexy undies lovingly towards the back of our intimates drawer, hoping our significant other doesn't notice the absence of said undies.
Of course, millions of women do the same dance and purchase silk boxers and a single red rose for their sig-others. But do we see those silk boxers after February 15th ? No!! It's back to the Hanes for them, while that red rose lovingly fades on the nightstand.
Is this a manifesto of tarnished love? No, just a loving reminder of the things we do for love. And our corporate entities love it, for Valentine's Day is probably the second most moneyed holiday next to Christmas.
I think I'm going to do some exercises for the next two weeks in hopes of getting some sexy undies for V-Day...
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Quote for the Day:
Women hope men will change after marriage but they don't. Men hope women won't change, but they do.
Bettina Arndt
posted by L. Maria Thomas | 4:48 PM
1 Comments:
My husband and I have never celebrated Valentine's Day, even when we were first dating. It's kind of strange really, because we never talked about it, made a conscious decision that we thought the whole thing was bunk. Of course, when we started dating, I worked in a nice resteraunt, and I would be damned if I was gonna miss out on that cash cow (I would make in a night what I normally made in a month!). But, I have long been out of the resteraunt biz and we still don't really do anything.
We are too poor to give random gifts and are too crazy about each other to not want to woo each other regularly, rather than on one arbitrary day.
I do concede, however, to covetting some fancy undies.
We were in the mall yesterday, and I was teasing my husband. As we passed Victoria's Secret, I told him that we should go in and gather as many sexy, kinky underthings as we could carry and head to the dressing room. (The humor in this is that I am 8 Mo. pregnant and my waddle is anything but sexy...well, to most people). We thought it might be amuzing to see the looks from others. We didn't do it. Instead we headed to Sephora and got me some under-eye concealer (now THAT'S sexy).
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