Galentines’ Day

For those who are not yet aware of this most speculator day…

this is a day where we celebrate with our BFFs, giving each other compliments and talking about our accomplishments and shoes.

You always have to talk about shoes.

Preferably in song.

It’s bloody briillant. A truly beautiful occasion.

Way better than Valentines’ Day.

Better than wondering how many times is too many to watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, why our parents thought white Wonder bread slathered in Miracle Whip was a good idea, or listening to your favourite boy bands on repeat.

I think it should be mandatory. A national holiday. A flag designed.

Romantic partners come and go, but girlfriends outstay all of them. Girlfriends are our support system, a bond untainted by sex and wilted roses bought in a rush.

You know…

…uteruses before duderuses. Fries before guys. Holy mantras for this day.

Although Ryan Gosling is really nice to look at.

Galentines’ Day is “…like Lilith Fair, minus the angst.”
– Leslie Knope, the patron saint of everything lady-powered

Galentines’ Day is not only for those without romantic attachments, but for all gals.

Girl-ships are EVERYTHING. Our women friends are our life blood, our support. They don’t care how weird you look in hats, and never ever take the wine glass away.

After all, no good story started with someone eating a salad. 

Fifty Shades Darker

In honour of this day, I like to pay ode to libertines, my favourite brand of ladies.

So, who are libertines?

Libertines live according to their own rules with complete abandonment, but ever with great style.

Some of my favourite libertines:
Jane Digby
Elizabeth Smart
Sarah Bernhardt
George Sand
Isak Dinesen
Beryl Markham
Victoria Woodhill
Josephine Baker
Isadora Duncan
Ninon de Lenclos

Because they:
 – never give up a room with a view
– are often called a gutsy broad
– are invited everywhere but rarely go out, which always makes their presence an event
– have a body/mind/spirit approach to nutrition, which consists of red seedless grapes, chocolate truffles, and champagne
– give great gifts
– consider not being told she looks beautiful, the real sexual harassment
– worry that they aren’t whispering behind her back

Good galfriends, at least your very best ones, express some interest in you. They really don’t need much to go on. In fact, almost anything will do.

I feel that this is now an opportune time to thank you for letting me do things which I should never have done, drink wines I did not like, and enduring some of my more deplorable faults, of which I have narrowed down to the top five. Okay, six.

Number One: I think very highly of my own opinion.

Number Two: I require an amount of devotional attention that would make Marie Antionette blush, while wondering why there are so many yellow Skittles compared to the other flavours in a pack.

Number Three: I routinely take on more than I can handle which causes me to break down in quite predictable displays of dramatic overtures.

Number Four: I am at various times, unbelievably tedious. Of which I whole-heartedly apologize for. Even though I can’t remember which times those were.

Number Five: I have been, maybe still am, a master arcturologist. I’ll let you look that up. Although I don’t think it’s a real word.

Number Six: And the most deplorable of all? It takes me a long while to get to this point…I rest in the paradoxical position of feeling nostalgia for a situation, which in fact, has not yet happened.
(This isn’t going exactly the way I acted it out in the shower.)

So, today, and everyday, is OUR day. Cause as Truvy said in Steel Magnolias, “Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marching across your face.”

Have a happy, happy Galentines’ Day with any or all of your irreplaceable galentines.