Far away and long ago There lived a Mr. Bumble He did fancy little Miss Bee So they courted then agreed to marry On their wedding day The mantis prayed for their good fortune All the ladybirds did sing And the dragonfly did bring them silver The groom wore stripes of black The bride was dressed in blushing yellow And the butterfly ballet Was presented in full living colour So they were wed and the sun did shine And that evening they all did dine on pollen They’d been married for ten days I’m sure it was not twenty Life was full and life was gay They were blessed in everyday with plenty “Bumble dear,” said Mrs. Bee “There’s something I must tell you Soon you’ll hear a tiny buzz You’ll be father of a fuzzy baby” Eight days later all was quiet As the kingdom waited Katie did come round to say Bumble Bee has come today, be merry So he was born and the sun did shine And that evening they all did dine on pollen
By Sir Edward John Poynter
In Kyiv flowers are under every subway and on every street corner. Lovely you might think, but really what’s it actually about?
Is romance, at least between men and women in particular, often nothing more than a compensation for gender inequality?
Is much of what is considered romantic actually nothing more than men subconsciously feeling guilty about their fortuitous birthright of social and economic superiority and privilege over women?
Is there are an intrinsic link between the amount of flowers a man buys for his lady friend and how chauvinistic he is and how “traditional” their relationship is?
Many women on the other hand are socially and culturally conditioned to accept this in an unquestioning way. Feminists might argue this is obvious and factual and we should have moved beyond debate. Why not buy flowers for your male friend? Or hold a door open for a businessman? But anyway.
What do you think?