I’ve been thinking. Yes, always a dangerous occupation, but it is bound to happen once in a while. I realized while deep in the ticking time bomb of thought that I haven’t once written another edition of: My Random Little Articles. Let alone one every week. Such a terrible disappointment to all my avid readers I’m sure, but regardless I’ve decided not to make anymore silly little promises. Instead. I’ll just do one, when I think of it. And I’ll be posting them here rather than on facebook.

Flowers.

It is customary in society for a man to give a woman flowers when:
a) he is trying to win her over
b) he wished to apologize for his actions
c) he wants to make her smile
and I’m sure a man could think of several more reasons.

Now, I have nothing against the giving of flowers, and enjoy receiving them. But when you really think about it, the tradition itself is a little bit bizarre.
As my biology teacher once delightfully pointed out, flowers are nothing more than the reproductive organs of plants.
And yet somehow I think a man handing a woman a box and saying, “I’m sorry for being an ass, please accept this donkey ovary as my apology.” Wouldn’t have quite the same effect. For some reason.

The second function of flowers is generally to attract small creeping critters that we lovingly call insects. And which most women despise with a passion. Yet we love flowers almost as much as they do. Tell me, honestly, what does that say about us?

There is also the point that flowers are one of the most unimaginative ways to treat a lady. Finding out her favorite flower is very simple, and getting your hands on it, unless by some chance it just happens to be a Rafflesia, is really quite simple. Yet regardless they are enjoyed and bragged about as though they were gathered up from the jungle and brought back amidst the most harrowing of circumstances. The monkeys! The snakes! The chance that his mates might see him with the incriminating evidence!
“Oh my darling, Thank you for these delightful dandelions! How ever did you survive the journey!”

And yet men insist that we are so difficult to please. All most women ask for are flowers, chocolates, and some shiny lumps of rock.

I’ll be a little daring. Change the pace up a bit. I’ll ask for your heart.