Four Letter Word
I just realized that Valentine's Day arrives in seven days.
I hate it.
It's the one day when we are supposed to celebrate love and I myself don't harbor anything but hatred for it. It's not because I'm not in love. It's because of the forced nature of the celebration. It's because stupid people think they can get away with saying "I love you" or doing something compassionate only once a year. It's because it is the second most commercialized day of the the year and it's because people pretend it's about love when it's really about two other things, which seem to eclipse the four letter word every single time you turn around: sex and money.
My grandmother used to say "sex and money!" instead of "cheese" when somebody took a photo of her. Who knew that wisdom could come from such an awkward display of senior sexuality? Grandma was basically pointing out the two most important things in modern civilization. Those two things are what keep the species alive AND YET...with all the crime and inequality that money propagates as well as HIV spread through sexual contact (the number one killer of black women by the way) - maybe money and sex are in fact killing us - not keeping us alive.
But I digress...
Valentine's Day is supposed to be about love. And it ain't. It's about the above. I've made my point with that. The other thing that I can't deal with is the gruesome displays of "love" that we are forced to watch and/or emulate for 24+ hours. "O...you bought me a bear holding a pink heart that says 'I luv U' on it. It was on sale at the Hallmark store for $7.99." Wow. It must be true then! I can't wait for the cheap-ass wedding!
And finally...
Women, on Valentine's Day - they let themselves be bought. Women get too many jollies out of requesting stuff from their husbands, fiancees, boyfriends, just because it's the national day of love. What separates you from being glorified hookers ladies? "If you love me...you'll buy me that necklace for Valentine's Day." Translation: "If you want sex tonite...hand over the bling."
My advice for the day is this: hit it all you want but use a condom and instead of spending money on chocolates, which are just gonna go to your girl's thighs anyway, why don't you spend some compassionate dollars on the relief effort in Asia, after the Tsunami. Help for those in need...now that's love.
I hate it.
It's the one day when we are supposed to celebrate love and I myself don't harbor anything but hatred for it. It's not because I'm not in love. It's because of the forced nature of the celebration. It's because stupid people think they can get away with saying "I love you" or doing something compassionate only once a year. It's because it is the second most commercialized day of the the year and it's because people pretend it's about love when it's really about two other things, which seem to eclipse the four letter word every single time you turn around: sex and money.
My grandmother used to say "sex and money!" instead of "cheese" when somebody took a photo of her. Who knew that wisdom could come from such an awkward display of senior sexuality? Grandma was basically pointing out the two most important things in modern civilization. Those two things are what keep the species alive AND YET...with all the crime and inequality that money propagates as well as HIV spread through sexual contact (the number one killer of black women by the way) - maybe money and sex are in fact killing us - not keeping us alive.
But I digress...
Valentine's Day is supposed to be about love. And it ain't. It's about the above. I've made my point with that. The other thing that I can't deal with is the gruesome displays of "love" that we are forced to watch and/or emulate for 24+ hours. "O...you bought me a bear holding a pink heart that says 'I luv U' on it. It was on sale at the Hallmark store for $7.99." Wow. It must be true then! I can't wait for the cheap-ass wedding!
And finally...
Women, on Valentine's Day - they let themselves be bought. Women get too many jollies out of requesting stuff from their husbands, fiancees, boyfriends, just because it's the national day of love. What separates you from being glorified hookers ladies? "If you love me...you'll buy me that necklace for Valentine's Day." Translation: "If you want sex tonite...hand over the bling."
My advice for the day is this: hit it all you want but use a condom and instead of spending money on chocolates, which are just gonna go to your girl's thighs anyway, why don't you spend some compassionate dollars on the relief effort in Asia, after the Tsunami. Help for those in need...now that's love.
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on February 07, 2005 at 1:15 AM.
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2:26 AMGreat Post!!, I said something similar on a forum i post @. but they dont seem to listen :)
GREAT POST!!
10:48 PM
Helping people is TEH SUX. Fuck that shit, buy some porn and fap.
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