For me, the disdain for Valentine's Day is blatantly exhibited in the current Russell Stover TV commercial. If you've watched any TV in the last week, you've probably seen it. It's sort of a documentary style thing, interviewing men and women on the subject of chocolate on Valentine's Day. "If he doesn't bring me chocolates on Valentine's Day, he's in serious trouble," say the women. "I've gotta get her chocolates on Valentine's Day or, yeah, I'll be in the dog house," the men agree. I realize this is an ad
from a chocolate company and that the people are actors, but I think the attitudes it presents are actually representative of a lot of peoples' on this holiday. And that's part of what rubs me the wrong way. It's the worst possible cliche and we
have to play right into it. Maybe not with chocolate but with
something. The holiday as a whole just feels so forced and awkward. You go to buy flowers and you find yourself in line with dozens of other men to buy flowers and you can all see the discomfort on their collective faces...except the guy who's relishing this holiday as a first date opportunity and is just excited that his flowers almost guarantee his getting laid. I think the essence of why I don't care for Valentine's Day and why I think a lot of men don't is that it's just so damn impersonal. Of course, it's up to us to make it personal and to not simply fall back on the cliches of chocolate, flowers, and dinner and I do try to improvise to make it more personal...but there's something about the impersonal-ness (yeah, I did that) that's just in the air on Valentine's Day. Once it's just me and my ladyfriend, it's fine. I am thankful for seeing her on a weeknight I otherwise probably wouldn't. But everything outside my four walls on this day just feels like a fortieth birthday, a "holiday" that is so bittersweet you just can't wait for it to be over.
And another thing...Why is it always about men doing something for women? Why is it about the men doing all the thinking, all the giving, and the women sitting back and waiting to receive and judge the worth of their suitor by what he brings to the table on this single day? The holiday is supposed to be celebrating love and romance, right? How did it work out that it became so one-sided? I realize I sound like kind of a dick when I say that, like the next argument I make might be "how come women never open the door for men," but I don't mean to come off that way. I consider myself "a romantic." I enjoy the act of
romancing. I just think that in this modern age of equal rights, etc., it's worth arguing that women have wedged themselves into quite the advantageous position in regard to this holiday, even if I eventually decide to not quibble over this and take pride in being a little old-fashioned once in a while. In other words, I'm not bitching,"I'm just saying..."
In a related story, I saw "Music and Lyrics" last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. I am now officially prepared to devote myself to Drew Barrymore who is unconsciously hot and adorable in the movie. I am also ready to declare Hugh Grant "The King of the Romantic Comedy." He gives credibility, sincerity, and humor to lines/scenes that a lesser actor would turn into processed cheese. He also tends to portray his characters as having a subtle ornery streak rather than being your average romantic comedy witty puppydog guy that makes men want to impale their eyes with Icee straws. It's also got some genuinely funny moments and believable chemistry between my lover, Drew, and Hugh.
And now for the Valentine's Day Science Report...In a story they have clearly been saving for this special day, CNN.com brings us a report on a recent study of the brain's activity during love, sex, and rejection. Enjoy.
(CNN) -- Close your eyes for a minute and envision all the romantic parts of the human body.
Her beautiful eyes. His strong shoulders. We'll stop there, but you go right ahead and think about all the body parts you want.
Bet you didn't think about the caudate and the ventral tegmental areas, did you?
These areas of the brain, while little known to most people, are helping scientists explain the physiological reasons behind why we feel what we feel when we fall in love.
By studying MRI brain scans of people newly in love, scientists are learning a lot about the science of love: Why love is so powerful, and why being rejected is so horribly painful.
In a group of experiments, Dr. Lucy Brown, a professor in the department of neurology and neuroscience at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New York, and her colleagues did MRI brain scans on college students who were in the throes of new love.
While being scanned, the students looked at a photo of their beloved. The scientists found that the caudate area of the brain -- which is involved in cravings -- became very active. Another area that lit up: the ventral tegmental, which produces dopamine, a powerful neurotransmitter that affects pleasure and motivation.
Dr. Brown said scientists believe that when you fall in love, the ventral tegmental floods the caudate with dopamine. The caudate then sends signals for more dopamine.
"The more dopamine you get, the more of a high you feel," Dr. Brown says.
Or as her colleague, Dr. Helen Fisher put it: When you fall in love, "exactly the same system becomes active as when you take cocaine. You can feel intense elation when you're in love. You can feel intense elation when you're high on cocaine."
Is it love -- or sex?
Scientists then wondered: Does a brain in love look much like a sexually stimulated brain? After all, we associate love and sex and sometimes confuse them.
The answer is: Brains in love and brains in lust don't look too much alike.
In studies when researchers showed erotic photos to people as they underwent brain scans, they found activity in the hypothalamus and amygdala areas of the brain. The hypothalamus controls drives like hunger and thirst and the amygdala handles arousal, among other things.
In the studies of people in love, "we didn't find activity in either," according to Dr. Fisher, an anthropologist and author of "Why We Love -- the Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love."
"We now have physiological data that suggests there are different brain systems for sex and love," says Dr. Fisher.
At some point, the two do become linked. People in love have elevated levels of dopamine. Lots of dopamine, in turn, triggers the production of testosterone, which is responsible for the sex drive in both men and women.
This helps explain why falling in love can make someone all of a sudden seem sexy.
"Three weeks ago he was just another nice guy in the office and now everything about him is sexual," says Dr. Fisher.
All this research into sex and love got the researchers thinking: Most other mammals don't have this drive for romantic love and attachment. Why do humans have it? After all, we could easily propagate the species just with our sexual urges.
Dr. Fisher thinks it has a lot to do with how difficult it once was to raise children.
"Go back millions of years to the grasslands of Africa. A woman was carrying the equivalent of a 20-pound bowling ball in one arm, and sticks and rocks in another arm to protect herself in this dangerous environment. She needed a partner to help her. She couldn't do it alone," Dr. Fisher says.
And even today, when we have strollers and the environment isn't quite as dangerous, having a mate still helps. "There are women who raise a baby by themselves, but it's a lot harder," she says.
Male brain - female brain
In their work with the lovestruck, the scientists found brain differences between men and women.
"The men had quite a bit more activity in the brain region that integrates visual stimuli. This isn't surprising considering that men support the porn industry and women spend their lives trying to look good for men," says Dr. Fisher.
But she adds there's probably a more anthropological reason at work. Simply put: A man's evolutionary mission is to spread his seed. That won't work if he mates with an 80-year-old grandmother.
"Men have to be able to size up a woman visually to see if she can bear babies," says Dr. Fisher.
The women's brain activities were a bit more puzzling.
The scientists found that women in love had more activity than men in the areas of the brain that govern memories. Dr. Fisher theorizes that this is a "female mechanism for mate choice." There are no visual clues for whether a man is fertile, but if a woman really studies a man and remembers things about his behavior, she can try to determine whether he'd make a reliable mate and father.
Thus, if it sometimes seems like a woman remembers everything -- good and bad -- about a man, "it's not just her being picky. It's an old Darwinian evolutionary strategy."
What's love got to do with it?
In the end, Drs. Fisher and Brown say what they learned from lovers' brains is that romantic love isn't really an emotion -- it's a drive that's based deep within our brains, right alongside our urges to find food and water.
"This helps explain why we do crazy things for love," says Dr. Brown. "Why did Edward VIII give up the throne for Wallis Simpson? The systems that are built into us to find food and water are the things that were also active when he renounced the throne of England."
Now their research is centered on the flip side of love. They've recruited college students who'd just been rejected by their sweethearts. Again, the scientists performed MRI's while these students looked at photos of the objects of their affection.
This time, the results were different, Dr. Brown says. The insular cortex, the part of the brain that experiences physical pain, became very active.
"People came out of the machine crying," she said. "We won't be doing that experiment again for a long time."
The view from the party porch in left field at our last game of the weekend. Good times, gentlemen. Good damn times. These photos and captions will make a lot more sense if you actually start at the bottom and work your way back up.
And the intensity!
Note the excitement.
At our favorite watering hole, Rula Bula.
Dining at the Claim Jumper. Steaks all around. I'd like it on record that Conrad polished off his usual bowl (not cup) of clam chowder, 16 oz. filet, mashed potatoes, AND an entire blueberry muffin.
That's right, Conrad actually fell asleep on the way to dinner...with is arms in that position. We are waiting in the K-Mart parking lot while Cruiser runs in to get himself a Saturday Night polo shirt. Look out, ladies!
I somehow played the best pool game of my life on this trip. As you can see, I have just sealed the deal.
The only photo of all us together as seen from the Miller Lite Party Porch.
You can't beat a Waffle House for breakfast.
The Annual Caught-You-Sleeping Photo.
Our room was designated as a Non-Smoking room, but just in case, they went ahead and posted a sign in the room itself...on the bottom of an ashtray. Is it just me, or are they sending mixed signals here?
There's Conradical.
I didn't spill beer on myself until the 7th inning thank you very much.
There he is, The Dominican Minotaur, Vladimir Guerrero himself!!
Here we are outside of Tempe Diablo Stadium on Day One. Conrad is taking the photo.
This is Kory's handheld GPS device that also acts as a translator. Here, The Cruiser demonstrates how to say "Two draft beers, please" en espanol.
This was our rental car, a Pontiac Vibe. Not much for horsepower, but she cornered like she was on rails!
