I have a lot of ambivalence about valentine's day in general (hegemonic, commercialized discourse about heterosexual coupledom blah blah blah), but I'm not QUITE as surreal about it as
Eve Ensler (how do you make a career out of saying Vagina, anyway?) or the muslim fundamentalists who'll pretty much chop your hand off if you hand out a candy heart.
This picture says it all to me:
This is F's parents. (Well, his mom and stepdad). Throat-lumpingly sweet... and you know, she's kind of prone to hurling abuse at passersby and holding a serious grudge, but they do adore each other.
Happy... whatever day?
No comments:
Post a Comment