Tristan and Isolde by Todd Peterson at Fine Art America
Pourquoi faut-il de cette façon? (Why must it be this way?)
I had a bit of an epiphany the other day. After I picked up Brett from school, we went to Target to pick up a few things, including Valentine’s Day cards. Brett commented that he didn’t really like Valentine’s Day because it reminded him of how lonely he was.
That made me pause. I told him that when I was an undergrad, I always felt lonely on Valentine’s Day because although I was dating, there was no one special in my life. It was at that moment that I realized that Valentine’s Day is a complete non-holiday, perpetuated by the greeting card industry for couples, married and otherwise.
I know. I know. Valentine’s Day does have its roots dating back to the Roman Empire when the feast of Lupercalia occurred on the Ides of February, or February 15. Lupercalia was an ancient fertility ritual that was held around the time that birds began to mate. The festival was held in honor of the god Pan. Gifts were exchanged and couples would be paired. Our celebration today hearkens back more to the pagan holiday as we still celebrate with signs of Cupid or Eros as the symbol of the day.
According to the Christian legend, there was a Saint Valentine who went against the order of Emperor Claudius Gothicus and married young men to help to keep them from going to war. Valentine himself was sent to jail, and there he supposedly composed the first valentine to the jailer’s daughter.
Whatever it’s origins, the day has been totally exploited by greeting cards, pink teddy bears, and red hearts. Those of us who happen to be paired with someone feel an incredible sense of obligation to buy the perfect card and with it, the perfect gift to reflect our love. Those of us without a special someone are left feeling as if our lives are bereft of love and that no one will ever love us because no one gave us a gaudy pink teddy bear or mushy card that expressed his or her undying love.
I used to wait for my flowers or chocolate or both on Valentine’s day, measuring my love’s love for me by what I received on this day. Until the day of my epiphany. Truly. I mean, why is this day any different from any other?
The price of a dozen roses jumps $10 on this day, and falls back to normal just one day later. Isn’t that exploitative? Will that dozen roses prove that Corey loves me?
Corey and I say “I love you” to each other several times each day. Whenever we end a telephone conversation, we say it. If one of us is leaving the house, we say it. Before we close our eyes at night, we say it. And it isn’t just perfunctory; we mean it. Okay, sometimes it’s perfunctory. But when we sense that we are saying it just to say it, we back up, take a look at ourselves, and then say it as if we mean it with all of our hearts.
I don’t need roses for that. I don’t need a card for that. I love the cards that he chooses for me. As I have said, he always chooses well. But too many couples go way overboard for this holiday: diamonds, roses, chocolates, everything. What do they do the rest of the year? Do they say they love each other to each other and really mean it? Do they take care of one another without a second thought? Do they make each other feel loved through their actions and their words?
Roses are beautiful flowers, but they are not everlasting. Chocolate is wonderful; you know how I feel about chocolate, but once you eat it, it’s gone. Diamonds are spectacular, but I once knew a man who gave his wife a diamond anniversary ring and then left her two months later. These things are symbols.
I would rather have something that I know to be real and true every day than something that is just a symbol for a few days. I told Corey how I was feeling about this the other day, and he was completely shocked because I have always been such a romantic. The truth is that I am still a die-hard romantic, but I don’t want my romance dictated to me by a greeting card industry. Perhaps I am too cynical for my own good.
But when my son made that statement, it took me back to those years when I sat around feeling sorry for myself because no one was delivering flowers to me at work and how unloved I felt. And from that feeling I extended my sense of being unloved to my sense of self-worth. If I wasn’t worth loving, then perhaps I wasn’t worth anything at all. This is how the young mind works. It’s not logical, but these leaps in logic are not far-fetched for someone who already feels like an outsider.
And I know that I was not alone in feeling like that, and I am certain that people of all ages feel this way when Valentine’s Day rolls around and no cards are appearing on their desks or flowers are arriving at their doors. It shouldn’t be this way. We shouldn’t be consumed by the hype, but unfortunately we are.
That’s why I asked Corey, and he agreed, that we are going to boycott Valentine’s Day gift-giving from now on. We can still exchange cards, but the hunt for the perfect gift to show our love to one another seems superfluous and non-essential.
Some of the best presents Corey has ever given me were for no reason at all: a card put in my carryall for me to find later in the day, freshly-cut gardenias, planting a new mock orange beneath the bedroom window so that the smell will drift into the window, surprising me with tickets to see my favorite comedian. Unexpected tokens of affection. No prescribed holidays.
And so, the joint boycott of Valentine’s Day. We will continue to live our life together just fine without red teddy bears or sparkling glitter or overpriced roses, and I believe that regardless of what the commercials would have you believe, we will be just fine.
More later. Peace.
6 thoughts on “Lessons in Love”
Hello. While I’m honored you chose my artwork to accompany your article, I should have been asked for permission. It is in fact against the law to use someone’s artwork without permission. For that small of an image 83k (too small for any size quality reprint) I would have given you the ok, and being teamed up with Gustave Klimt’s “the Kiss” is excellent company to be keeping. In the future please take the time to contact any artist before reposting their artwork
I am sincerely sorry if I violated any copyright laws. I had hoped that by attributing it I was adhering to the scope of the law since I was not using the image for any kind of monetary purposes, i.e., advertising, sale of a product, etc.
I do want to let you know that I was so taken by your image that I have put it on my wishlist for Christmas. I want to order a large copy for my bedroom. Tristan & Isolde is one of my favorite love stories, and I have never come across a piece that reflected that essence of my interpretation of that story as well as yours.
Again. I apologize.
Wonderful post! As a Muslim it’s not a day we celebrate as it has ties to paganism. We believe that every day should be romantic, caring and loving between a couple who are married. We should always be at our best for our spouse and a husband isn’t supposed to just “drop home” as it doesn’t give his wife time to prepare herself, or the house, to their best presentation (if she is not working outside the house). If she is working then the house is a shared responsibility with the man to take the stress off of her. Of course reality in practice and what the books say are two different things at times. LOL
I was one person in school who didn’t get romantic valentines other than the ones you get from ‘everyone to everyone’ in class. I’d give mine with individual notes whereby my friends would mostly just mass sign them and not put names on the envelopes.
My fiance and I say we love each other continually. And we too mean it.
OK so I’m not short winded either 😉 Nice to meet you!
I saw your posts on Condron. Thank you so much for the information about Muslims. I always welcome new information about what other people do.
I remember the valentine swaps in grade school, and somehow, there would always be someone who was left out, and I found that to be so cruel. Young children should be taught from a very early age how to share equally whenever possible.
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Congratulations Lita on such a great piece. I agree with you about Valentine’s Day being nothing more than exploitation of the masses. Love is an on going thing , that is expressed several times a day in many ways. Expressions of love should not be reserved for one particular day 🙂
Thanks. I really don’t think that you should leave the ones you love without saying “I love you,” because fate has a way of intervening when you least expect it, and you want your last wordls to someone to always be words of love.