London - Once upon a time, when boy met girl and fell in love, they might have exchanged some small tokens of their affection.
A love letter, perhaps. A daisy chain. A home-cooked meal to show that they cared. Not any more.
Gwyneth Paltrow’s lifestyle website Goop has come under fire (again, bless her) for its bizarre and frankly eye-watering Valentine’s gift guide.
Personally, I was immediately turned off by the image on the “for couples” section which shows a lit joss stick and candles alarmingly close to a “golden key two-piece set” of knickers and mask (100 percent nylon”). Guys, please, remember that health and safety precautions can be sexy, too. After further research, though, I think that the gift guides “for guys” and “for women” are worse.
For him, a Tiffany & Co harmonica ($375/R5000), because “Who wouldn’t want to be serenaded with a sterling silver harmonica?” (Well, there must be some explanation for why Bob Dylan is such a hit with women.) Also, a book called How To Stay Alive In The Woods, which is slightly scary.
For her, though, a copper ladle set ($200), fur oil (“for those who prefer to go au naturel in the bikini area”) and at $199, “a revolutionary device that makes working out your pelvic floor incredibly easy and surprisingly fun”.
Trust me, gentlemen, anyone buying this for his lady friend is going to have to learn how to stay alive in the woods sooner than he thinks.
We can’t blame Paltrow or Goop, though, for this inevitable consequence of competitive romance. The cute tradition of sending anonymous cards can only last so long when a huge industry exists to make money out of people’s feelings of guilt.
I’ve always admired the Catalan romantic tradition of Sant Jordi’s Day, when men give women roses and women give men books. But while the rose angle goes back to the 15th century, the other theme was introduced by a wily Valencian bookseller in 1923.
Similarly, the diamond engagement ring was uncommon until the 1930s, when a hugely successful advertising campaign by De Beers found a way to flog diamonds during the Depression. In the 1980s, they even invented a “tradition” about how much it should cost, with an advert that ran, “you can’t look at Jane and tell me she’s not worth two months’ salary”.
So when you’re on your way to work this Valentine’s Day and you see a woman on your bus with a pained expression, show some sympathy. It might not be because she didn’t receive a Valentine’s gift from her beloved this year; it might just be because she did, and it was diamanté love eggs.