It’s Valentine’s Day again and as a singleton, it’s tough to show how “fine” you are with being “alone” on February 14th without it coming off as trying too hard to seem okay. Coupled up friends post photos of flowers they got delivered at work and post about dinner reservations, back rubs and how sweet the significant other is being (though to be fair, most of them post this kind of stuff about “date night” once a week anyway). Some uncoupled friends swing too far the other way on Single Awareness Day, exhorting us to celebrate all kinds of love and make the night special for ourselves.
Not having had a Valentine since I was a senior in high school, I’m not really into the day as a concept. I wore a red dress to work today, and there were more cupcakes and chocolates on hand. But at the end of the day, I yelled at traffic while dropping off my dry cleaning and slipped on my comfy lounge pants when I got home. Sure, I wish I had a boyfriend to cuddle up on the couch with and watch Cougar Town tonight (yeah, like I’d forget to promote that!), but I’m not going to cry into my merlot because I’m single today. I was single yesterday and I’ll likely be single tomorrow.
So, I don’t have a cutesy story about how my boyfriend and I exchanged the same book as gifts or how we’ve been together so long, we’ve eschewed celebrating (even though we’re going out to dinner and he got me flowers). Instead, my favorite Valentine’s Day is the day I fell in love with San Francisco. I had been accepted to San Francisco State and I met my parents here to take a look at the school and scout out potential neighborhoods to move to. The day I flew into town, Gavin Newsom made history. The next day, in between laying down in the street to take photos of the TransAmerica Pyramid and being accosted by a crazy Asian woman in Chinatown, my parents and I visited City Hall:
San Francisco and I have had our ups and downs. Muni has made my life hard more than it hasn’t and there’s never anywhere to park. Some of the denizens I interact with on a daily basis could use a polish (or a shower) and I can’t walk down Market St without feeling like I’ve taken my life in my own hands. But then there’s that bright, sunny day where it’s warm enough to be without a coat and I’m steps away from the Pacific, and all is forgiven. I love the hills, the fog and the Giants. There’s always a new place to eat, a new weird trend to mock and endless cocktails with friends. I left San Francisco once a few years ago and it was the biggest mistake I ever made. I’m lucky to be back with my City and I don’t intend on letting go.
So, on Valentine’s Day, I celebrate my relationship with San Francisco and continue to believe that there will be more good days than lonely days ahead. Of course, days like today, I thought I’d be married by now. But I’m guessing those 2600 couples from 8 years ago thought that too. And that’s the broader theme.
Are you enjoying your summer vacation? I’m sure it’s packed full of constituent education/outreach events, so it doesn’t really feel like a vacation and you’ll be all “Man, I need a vacation from my vacation” when you get back to work on September 7th. But I think we should actually consider this a “time out.” Considering your actions in the week before going on “recess,” it’s clear to me that you need to sit quietly and think about what you’ve done.
I’m not an economics professor, and though I can balance my own checkbook and make my own credit card payments on time, I’m not a financial whiz by any stretch of the imagination. I’ll admit, I’m one of those “youngsters” that gets their news of the day from Twitter and The Daily Show. Nothing helps me unwind more than sadly laughing at what our politicians have gotten themselves into this time. Ha. Sigh.
This is what I know:
I know you’ll be spending this month going out into your district and selling your decision to vote how you did to your constituents, hoping that they’ll have forgotten all this debt ceiling nonsense. However, I’m hoping that you’ll also be thinking of ways to avoid such a clusterfuck in the future. I don’t know whose plan was right and whose was wrong, but I do know that we ended up with a plan that everyone hated and we lost our credit rating anyway. That’s ridiculous and you ALL should be ashamed of yourselves.
So, my message is really this: FIX IT! LOCK IT UP! Get your shit together! And get back to work!
Just a quick note to wish you luck on upcoming debt ceiling talks and hope that you and the non-crazy Republicans can come to a compromise SOON.
I’m tired of our country being held hostage by a fringe group of representatives. Someone needs to wrest control of negotiations away from the Tea Party and get this done without them. Let them have their “titanium spines” and everyone else can actually accomplish something good for the country.
Stop making concessions to the hostage takers. There are more than enough of you (Democrats & non-Tea Party Republicans) to storm the building and take back our country. Pass a reasonable bill already!