Feminism and Flowers: My Bitter Take on Valentine’s Day!

Just… yes.

Abstractions of Life

I am a fan of flowers and romance. I am not going to lie, I do dream of handsome men surprising me at work with bouquets of red roses, and boxes of chocolates. ( I like pralines and truffles and ones with nuts. Just in case anyone wants to know.) I have never had this experience however. I am twenty-four Goddamn it! Twenty-freaking-four! And I have never actually had this experience! How sad is that? Any relationships I have had have conveniently fell gracefully around the sides of St. Valentine’s Day, before and after, never on.

Pretty Flowers! Pretty Flowers!

More to the point though I find myself thinking that there must be millions of women in the world in a similar situation. Millions of women who consider themselves strong and independent. Feminist even! I myself am one of them. Could it be that men are slightly cautious when it comes to showering…

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Sooo… my MIA-ness…

Yeah, so about me being MIA for like, a decently long time…

When I started this blog, I was in Ireland for an internship abroad. Which was super cool. But then I got really busy with that, and being a tourist on the side, and sleeping, and then I came home to the States and had like 2 weeks to get unpacked and repacked to come back to college. And now school has started and I work and I’m busy. So I’m gonna try to set up a pseudo-regular schedule for bloggifying my life and thoughts and junk, but again with the inability to commit myself to anything I set out to do, so we’ll see. I’ll try. Maybe… Sundays? Mondays? Saturdays? Fridays? I’m not sure. I’ll try to keep anyone who may or may not be following this posted.

Stay classy, my friends.