At a gay dance in the ’70s, I first heard the Supremes’ plaintive, witty song, “Stop in the Name of Love.”
The dance was fun, as these things go. A group of women were doing a line dance, waving their arms in a traffic sign to “Stop in the Name of Love.” Some were wearing men’s suits and hats, which baffled me and seemed vaguely anti-feminist: perhaps it was a radical lesbian’s parody of the butch/femme culture.
And now all these years later gay life is legal and accepted and I hope they all found happiness.
On Valentine’s Day, as I do laundry, vacuum, and clean pee off the toilet, I wonder if lesbian romance would have been simpler. You could wear each other’s clothes, there might have been less fuss about red satin teddies, and you could watch “The Lake House” together (the most romantic movie ever).
I was thinking of the Supremes’ lyrics today when my husband gave me my third Valentine’s Day gift in three days. I was puzzled, because I wasn’t wearing a red teddy.. But there are roses on the kitchen counter, a heart-shaped box of candy, and I am looking forward to reading my new copy of Persuasion.
“Why all the gifts?”
“Awwww!” you’re saying.
But it’s not really an “awww” thing.
It seemed he wanted to go to a ski race today, and he thought he had to bribe me.
Heavens, of course he could go to a ski race. I’m not into the greeting card holiday scene. But my attention was so focused on Valentine’s Day because of all the gifts that my solitary day was depressing.
And I had to give him a fall-back gift: the Amazon gift card! It’s always sexy and romantic, don’t you think?
But before you overwhelm your lover with Valentine’s Day gifts,
Stop in the name of love
Before you break my heart.