Your humble blogger had to put down his heart-shaped box of chocolates long enough to write his blog.
Valentine’s Day has gotten a bit of a bum rap lately. People seemed to have turned on arrowed Cupid faster than Lady Gaga.
Yes, I get that Valentine’s Day is a pseudo-holiday made up by the greeting card, flower and chocolate industries. Yes, I get we are being duped into spending money for trinkets we don’t need to express our feelings of affection. Yes, I know Saint Valentine was, according to legend, imprisoned, beaten with clubs, stoned and ultimately had his head chopped off.
Not very romantic, I must say.
But that’s far too unpleasant and I like to keep my blogs positive. So I choose not to dwell on the real and instead pretend to fall for all the sentimental nonsense, if just to get my aforementioned heart-shaped box of chocolates.
And your humble blogger has been blessed with the ability to view almost everything ironically (for example, the use of the word ‘blessed’ above was ironic).
This morning the Husband and I exchanged Valentine’s Day cards.
Luckily, we live in a city where it’s easy to pick up gay greeting cards. I’m sure if we lived in Wyoming or Idaho (where Walmart is considered a distinguished luxury retailer) it could be a tad more difficult to get a gay-themed greeting card. Though even then, I suppose with a little planning one could purchase a card on the internet for delivery from the many gay-positive greeting card companies out there. It should be noted that these are often more expensive than straight themed cards. I was told this was due to smaller print runs and not because these “gay-owned” or “gay-friendly” companies are just gouging us.… and since it’s Valentine’s Day, I’m willing to buy that (more irony).
Many straight men see Valentine’s Day as a day specifically for women (where the man must fork out for flowers, chocolate, cards etc. to women – or else) and I recently have heard of men creating a, dare I say, “tongue-in-cheek” movement to have March 14 (one month after Valentine’s Day) be a declared a day for women giving back to the men. The proposed name of this day? Steak and Blowjob Day.
Straight people can be amusing.
So tonight the husband and I will be headed to a restaurant in the gay village in Toronto for an overpriced romantic meal (I’m hoping they have Ontario lamb on the menu… or maybe the duck). Not that we limit ourselves only to restaurants in the gay village, most of the time we don’t (as most of the food is terrible in the village). But it was the Husband’s year to choose.
And after dinner, we’ll share a dessert at home.
Where, ironically, we don’t have to wait until March 14.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Jeffrey, The Gay Groom