Life: Open-ended

I heard the dumbest thing on the radio today. A woman was worrying about what to buy her fella for Valentine’s Day. Now, let’s go beyond the obvious disappointment that the same culture that turned the Baby Jesus’ birth into an annual economic event has also hyper-commoditized the very emotion of love (“Only counts if you give her diamonds! On sale now!”). No, no. It’s simpler than that.

Now, I know men are often satirized as being simple minded or thinking only with certain portions of anatomy. But in truth, is this worse than associating the value of love with jewelry? I think not. The reality of the situation is this: a woman need not ever buy her man a gift. Ever. What we want doesn’t cost a dime.