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Valentines and airplanes

February 14, 2010

It’s Valentine’s Day. (Except in Maryland, where apparently Governor O’Malley has declared the holiday extended for an entire extra week. Not exactly sure what that means, except that he’s clearly worried about the economics of it all.) For me, it’s the day after what my family dubbed my “Airplane Day,” in honor of the day I arrived from Korea 29 years ago. We have celebrated my and my brother’s Airplane Day each year as a way of telling our adoption story. Most kids have birth stories recounted on their birthdays. We have adoption stories. It’s a nice tradition.

I flew into JFK. They drove up from Maryland with my dad’s mom, the woman I would later know as Granny. Then we all drove BACK to Maryland the same night. This after I had been on a 14-hour flight. In hindsight, they admit this was not perhaps the best strategy. I was wide awake because of the time difference, but finally lost my cool when we got to Maryland. My mom broke one of her parenting codes by taking me out of the car seat and holding me the rest of the way home. I guess no seat belt sitting in the back seat was preferable to listening to me scream my head off for another hour. We all made it home safely, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Valentine’s Day, on the other hand, has never been a big deal to me. I’ve always viewed it as more or less another instance of the greeting card industry guilting us into buying things for the people we care about because we don’t say “I love you” as often as we should. But it is nice to be remembered and thought about and told you’re special. So I guess I can’t get too hung up on the commercialism of it.

I do think that all the worrying and messaging around today is problematic, however. Dan Savage had a great rant at the beginning of last week’s podcast about this issue. Single people feel bad, and coupled people get their panties in a bunch analyzing their relationships. Everyone just needs to chill out. And, Savage would say, sex it up before the big heavy meal, then go drink and eat too much. Then you won’t bemoan the status of your relationship the day after, regretting the sex that didn’t happen after you both came home stuffed and drunk. Done and done. The man’s a genius.

Anyway, happy Valentine’s Day. Remember your loved ones. XOXO

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  1. Julia Bates permalink
    March 1, 2010 5:16 pm

    I like Valentine’s day–but then it’s part of my birthday week. I like the excuse to write a sexy poem and make cards and shed a tear and let people know that I really, really, love them.

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