To the men who read my blog: Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Valentine’s Day has come and gone and many of you are probably thinking, “Whew, dodged a bullet with that one.” Yes, we women can be tough as nails when it comes to special occasions. As I mention in my video blog Three Dates A Man Should Never Forget, Valentine’s Day is rather important to us women.
You may think we celebrate being women every day by pampering ourselves with manicures and pedicures and by getting our hair done or by going shopping, but we are still big on marking special occasions and Valentine’s Day is one of them. Sure, it’s a Hallmark holiday, but it’s OUR Hallmark holiday. We know you hate it. You have to put on a tie (okay, so that’s not the case with all men), you have to plan a weekend away, buy jewelry, or at the very least take us to dinner and give us a few dozen roses and some chocolates. You may even have challenge your penmanship and write a card.
I think it's only fair to point out that you men also have your special days which we women have to endure—Saint Patrick’s Day, for example. March 17th is YOUR special day. You get to wear stupid green t-shirts with silly expressions (God help the women whose men chooses to do this on a daily basis!), drink green beers, adorn green body paint, get drunk and act like frat boys—even if you’re in your 50s. The irony is, you’re probably not even Irish. Any excuse for a good party. The best part is, your gal may even support you by wearing green and being your chaperone for the night. She will get you home safe, rub your back when you vomit green bile, and force feed you water and an Advil before you pass out. How romantic is that!
Saint Patrick’s Day is just one of your special “man days”. You also have the Superbowl which we women endure in hopes that the half-time show will make it all worthwhile (thank you Madonna for your fabulous performance this year). During the NHL playoffs, men have been known not to shave for up to three months for some silly tradition we women will never understand, but in our own way liken to breaking in a pair of Louboutins that are a size too small, as it takes about the same amount of time and discomfort. In the spring you have an entire month of basketball with March Madness in full swing, and then you have baseball and God knows what else. The male-bonding sport thing just never ends. You get to watch your playoffs—drink beer, eat wings, hang out with the guys, scream at the television and fart in public till your heart’s content. We accept this. We don’t try to change it and we don’t ignore it. Sure, we don’t exactly embrace it, but we do let you men be animals...er, I mean, men!
Please don’t give us such a hard time if we want to have a spa day, go shopping and be treated like a princess on Valentine’s Day, Birthdays, Anniversaries… and hey, for good measure, can we throw in Christmas/Hanukkah/Quanza? That ought to balance things out with the year round "man day" festivities.
Let's not forget your “poker trips” to Vegas. Wink-wink.