Lately I've been thinking about roses--or just flowers in general, but roses had the advantage of a nice rhyme to go with it. It all started around Valentine's Day when my roommate bought a dozen carnations for his new (within two months) girlfriend.
I asked my girlfriend what the big deal was with flowers because she, as a woman (by default), likes flowers. She told me that it was a "symbol of love and affection" or something like that--the kind of sentiment that everything pretty and/or shiny given to a girl is supposed to hold.
First, let me backtrack and tell you what we got each other. She got me fudge (the good, expensive, delicious kind) and I made her a painted clay sculpture of our birds sitting together so that you can see a heart in the middle of them. Fudge is tasty, and the sculpture is strong enough to last for a good long while.
Roses on the other hand are a different animal. First off, they're expensive; second, you can't eat them; and third and most important of all, they die.
Seriously, how can something that withers and dies over time be a symbol of love and adoration? I've told Vicki that for this very reason, I will never buy her flowers. I feel it's like a bad omen: "Oh no, the present I got you to demonstrate my love for you a month ago is dead."
Discuss.
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