Join Date: Jun 2012
Location: Melbourne, Australia
I like Mother's Day and Father's Day, but only because we can sometimes forget what our parents have sacrificed for us - it's just a gentle reminder each year to appreciate the people who brought you into the world and dragged you up by the scruff of your neck kicking and screaming until you became a half-decent human being. In saying that, I don't like the whole frilly-pink/roses/chocolates theme of Mother's Day, or the barbecue/beer/car-parts theme of Father's Day, because my parents are so different from that. Dad can't drink beer (he drinks wine), makes his own brick-and-coal BBQs and hates spending time on cars - he'd much rather a nice card and a book on history with lots of great colourplates. Mum is not the fluffy type, she'd much rather a new, top-quality paintbrush or pastels to replace ones she's run out of. But the presents advertised at those times of the year are so darned stereotyped that is what makes me cross.
I've never been a Val's Day girl. To be honest, it means more to me when my partner gives me $10 and makes sure I buy myself some food while I'm out in the city in meetings, or messages me to check whether I've been drinking enough water on a hot day, or walks an hour and a half to get to a working payphone to call me because he's worried about my mental state. It shows he actually cares about me - whereas anyone can buy a bunch of flowers or a box of chocolates on Val's Day after weeks and weeks of being reminded by the constant ads.
A crazy girl with a crazy horse