Quería escribir algo al respecto de “el día de los enamorados”, pero me crucé en mis RSS con éste artículo (en inglés) y me ahorró todo el trabajo. Cito:
Part of me thinks: “this is a commercialized, manufactured holiday that celebrates oppressively inflexible gender roles, shames men who don’t give the perfect gift and women who don’t get the perfect gift, marginalizes queer people, marginalizes the shit of single people and people in closeted relationships, and ought to be completely unnecessary in a relationship where we express our love when and how we feel in rather than the way The Man tells us to. The holiday sucks and as someone who cares about conscious and intentional relationships, I should have no goddamn part of it.”
But a smaller yet deeper part of me feels sad about those words, because they’re words that come from a sexual and romantic rebel, yes, but they’re also words that come from a Perfect Girlfriend Who Never Wants Anything. (I have battled often with the Perfect Girlfriend Who Never Wants Anything inside me, desperately resisting her threats that I’m just one “can we go out somewhere nice tonight?” away from morphing into the High-Maintenance Girlfriend Who Wants Everything.) (….)
Also, Valentine’s Day sometimes feels like a one-day hyper-concentration of the “you poor dear, guess he doesn’t love youthat much” messages I get from the mainstream culture (…) It’s not that I even want any of those things, but the relentless message of “non-traditional relationships are no way to treat a lady!” still seeps through to my sad little insecure place sometimes. Celebrating Valentine’s Day like giant saps is a relatively safe, cheap way to soothe that little sad place. Or maybe it’s a way to say screw you, society, see how our non-traditional love can be tottaly sappy.
I don’t want diamonds and I don’t want to receive without giving, but I think exchanging goofy heart candies** for goofy reasons is an opportunity to say “You know what? Sometimes validating feelings is more important than always fighting the good fight.”
Agrego una sola cosa: como el artículo es (obviamente) estadounidense, no habla de la gran gran crítica a la que se apela en Argentina al respecto: “ES UNA FIESTA IMPORTADAAAAA!!!!!” Oh, el horror. EL horror. Cómo vamos a hacer la locura totalísima de celebrar algo que es universal (como el amor) porque vino del norte. Me encanta la onda nacionalista, pero mientras sigamos asociando a la navidad con el gordito simpaticón vestido de rojo y blanco, es una hipocresía total. Además no veo qué tiene de intrínsecamente malo adoptar nuevas costumbres.
Igual me parece genial que haya gente que realmente rechace costumbres extranjeras. Pero habría que tener coherencia, al menos.
Con todo esto no quiero decir que necesariamente apoye al día de los enamorados. Aclaro.
Escrito por Mariel 
