Today was Boy the Younger’s birthday. He is ten and has been about as excited as the most excited thing. My tiny boy is ten; how can that be?
Apart from the astonishing array of pre-formed plastic ickle fings which he loves so much, I gave him a bunch of flowers. Not a huge bouquet, just a modest bunch of yellow carnations which I put in a blue glass vase. At first, he appeared not to take much notice and the situation wasn’t helped by Boy the Elder saying “She’s given you those because you’re a pansy…etc etc”. I explained that I had given them to him because flowers are beautiful and are a lovely gift for anyone, male or female. When I went in to his room to kiss him goodnight, the flowers were on his bedside table.
I like giving flowers to men. Men like flowers too and why should they not have the benefit of a lovely bunch or bouquet on a special occasions or to say thank you or well done or just I love you?
As I have said before, I am an equalist. If men and women want equal legal and political rights, then they should also extend the same courtesies, responsibilities and loving gestures.
Mantra for the week: Give a Boy a Bunch of Flowers. For no reason at all.