Yes, friends, it is Valentine’s Day. I am in the camp that you shouldn’t need a special day to express such a thing but what the heck. It is what it is. And, more important, it is what you make of it.
Here’s my tip to the guys out there. A simple sincere expression means a lot more than two weeks of grumbling followed by . . . well, anything. And, if you are in a relationship that “requires” you to cough up diamonds on Valentine’s Day, well, you know, if ya ask me, it’s not the holiday that’s stupid.
As a single woman who genuinely likes men as well as dive bars and watching football; who knows how to put the seat down if it’s up without having a fainting spell; who has never understood the desire to drag a man to the mall (nor understood a man’s willingness to do so); who doesn’t care what kind of car you drive or what your job title is; who can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan dressed like a naughty secretary, I just can’t feel a whole lot of pity for guys who whine about being in a relationship with some gold-digging, annoying, unaffectionate witch.
Some days, I wonder where people get their bad ideas about love. Other times, like today, clues appear. On the way to work, a local radio station was running a contest. Who can name the movie selected as the number one most romantic movie of all time on the blah-blah list of yada-yada. The answer: Gone With the Wind.
hmmmm
Guy falls for girl he barely knows. Girl treats guy like dirt while pining over somebody else’s husband. Girl finally gets desperate enough to need guy and marries him but withholds marital affections and continues to treat him like dirt. He finally grows a pair and walks out.
Uh, yeah. Gone With the Wind is an epic story and a cinematic feat, yes, but the number one romance? Where did they do their polling, outside of a marriage counselor’s office?
Now I don’t claim that real romance should or could ever be measured by movie romance, but c’mon people. Surely, we can aspire to do better than the trainwreck that was Rhett and Scarlett.
For example:
Moonstruck
The Philadelphia Story
L.A. Story
Desk Set
Princess Bride
It Happened One Night
A Walk in the Clouds
Moulin Rouge
The Wedding Singer
Roxanne
Boy, that was easy. Here are ten more.
Brigadoon
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
When Harry Met Sally
The African Queen
Shakespeare in Love
To Catch a Thief
The Sound of Music
Emma
An Officer and a Gentleman
The Goodbye Girl
Feel free to add some of your own to this list in the Comments section.
But.
I beg you.
Don’t say An Affair to Remember ’cause that would make me laugh so hard I might get distracted and step into traffic and then we’d never see each other again because my opinion of you—love of my life!—is that you are very handsome but you are shallow and hate cripples.
February 14, 2011 at 8:53 am
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Isn’t It Romantic?
Yes, friends, it is Valentine’s Day. I am in the camp that you shouldn’t need a special day to express such a thing but what the heck. It is what it is. And, more important, it is what you make of it.
Here’s my tip to the guys out there. A simple sincere expression means a lot more than two weeks of grumbling followed by . . . well, anything. And, if you are in a relationship that “requires” you to cough up diamonds on Valentine’s Day, well, you know, if ya ask me, it’s not the holiday that’s stupid.
As a single woman who genuinely likes men as well as dive bars and watching football; who knows how to put the seat down if it’s up without having a fainting spell; who has never understood the desire to drag a man to the mall (nor understood a man’s willingness to do so); who doesn’t care what kind of car you drive or what your job title is; who can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan dressed like a naughty secretary, I just can’t feel a whole lot of pity for guys who whine about being in a relationship with some gold-digging, annoying, unaffectionate witch.
Some days, I wonder where people get their bad ideas about love. Other times, like today, clues appear. On the way to work, a local radio station was running a contest. Who can name the movie selected as the number one most romantic movie of all time on the blah-blah list of yada-yada. The answer: Gone With the Wind.
hmmmm
Guy falls for girl he barely knows. Girl treats guy like dirt while pining over somebody else’s husband. Girl finally gets desperate enough to need guy and marries him but withholds marital affections and continues to treat him like dirt. He finally grows a pair and walks out.
Uh, yeah. Gone With the Wind is an epic story and a cinematic feat, yes, but the number one romance? Where did they do their polling, outside of a marriage counselor’s office?
Now I don’t claim that real romance should or could ever be measured by movie romance, but c’mon people. Surely, we can aspire to do better than the trainwreck that was Rhett and Scarlett.
For example:
Moonstruck
The Philadelphia Story
L.A. Story
Desk Set
Princess Bride
It Happened One Night
A Walk in the Clouds
Moulin Rouge
The Wedding Singer
Roxanne
Boy, that was easy. Here are ten more.
Brigadoon
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
When Harry Met Sally
The African Queen
Shakespeare in Love
To Catch a Thief
The Sound of Music
Emma
An Officer and a Gentleman
The Goodbye Girl
Feel free to add some of your own to this list in the Comments section.
But.
I beg you.
Don’t say An Affair to Remember ’cause that would make me laugh so hard I might get distracted and step into traffic and then we’d never see each other again because my opinion of you—love of my life!—is that you are very handsome but you are shallow and hate cripples.
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