Steak and Blowjob Day…Have you heard of it? Most people haven’t, and I suspect there is a vast conspiracy on the part of wives everywhere to keep it that way.
Everyone knows about Valentine’s Day; it’s the one day of the year men are pretty much required to go out of their way to do something special for the woman in their life. Depending on the tastes of the lady, there may be anything from a card to jewelry to a weekend away involved, but probably 80% of the time, the woman will put out at the end of the night and consider her duty done with little else in the way of reciprocation. After all, even men will tell you, Valentine’s Day is ultimately a holiday for women.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but aren’t we the same generation who has been screaming for equality since we learned to speak? What’s fair about the man doing things to show his woman she is appreciated, but not getting a day of his own?
Thus Steak and BJ Day was born. Founded by radio dj Tom Birdsey in 2001, Steak and BJ Day is meant to be the male equivalent of Valentine’s Day, and is thus celebrated one month later on March 14th. While Valentine’s Day is the time for men to proclaim their love in a way that speaks to women in the language they prefer, March 14th is the day for women to do the same for that special man in their life. And the nice thing about men is the fact that they are so damn simple! No cards, no silly stuffed animals. A well-cooked steak and a quick hummer and you have yourself one very happy guy!
The only thing I can’t understand is why *wouldn’t* women everywhere be taking up the cause and making this a ‘real’ holiday in their own marriage the way Valentine’s Day is? Everything I’ve seen online about it is generally followed by a bunch of comments by women who treat it as a joke, declare it to be misogynistic, or basically say their husbands don’t deserve such treatment, after all, what did THEY get for Valentine’s Day?
I think one of them biggest keys to a happy marriage is always asking yourself, ‘what can I do to make my spouse happy?’. A satisfied man is a man who is going to look for ways to make his wife happy as well. A man who feels appreciated is a man who will be more likely to do those things we ask of them- repaint the living room, take the trash out without being asked, or even go see that sucky chick flick and take us out for that over-priced Valentine’s Day meal without complaint. Call it reciprocation, call it bribery, call it whatever you want- it works.
The best part of it all? It’s easy. No guesswork, no sweating over the details. Trust me ladies, this is just as simple as it sounds. Wish him a happy Steak and BJ Day, and explain it to him if he doesn’t already know. Tell him this is allll about him. Then fire up the grill, or head out to your favorite steakhouse if you are like me and less than grilling-inclined, and enjoy a fabulous meal together. He’s not eating alone, so hey, good times for all, right? Then take him home for that special dessert. A nice dinner together, then 15 minutes of your time is all it will take to make your man feel like a rock star. He’ll likely be the envy of his friends for months, because hey, how many other guys’ wives are doing this?
At the end of the day, you are making your man blissfully happy, while showing him how much you appreciate all those little things he does for you. They do it for us, and it’s about time we returned the favor.
When Paul and I first met online, we clashed over a blog post. We had no idea that one disagreement would rock our worlds and change our lives so dramatically. Disagreement led to friendship, which led to something neither of us had ever felt before, and we knew we’d found something that despite circumstance and 4,000 miles of distance, couldn’t be denied. We pushed ahead, often precariously, in a relationship that friends called both inspiring, and absolutely nuts. We fought often, breaking up and making up with equal intensity, and exhausting ourselves and our loved ones in the process. We drove each other crazy, but we loved each other too much to be apart.
Now, after two long, wonderful, heart-wrenching, how-the-hell-did-we-ever-survive-it years of Skype calls and teary airport goodbyes, we are finally getting married.
In just one week, we will be exchanging our vows in the only way we could imagine- completely, totally, uniquely…us. He’s Irish. I’m American. We share an offbeat sense of fun, and an often-offensive humor website. We got engaged at a Tweetup. We have proven we will go to hell and back to live life on our own terms. How do two people like this plan a wedding?
A purple dress. A kilt. A best man who is *all* woman. Live-streaming and live-tweeting. A Twitter-themed-pot-luck-pool-party-reception. Rock Band. A pinata. A sex toy toss in place of the bouquet.
It’s going to be one hell of a party, and we want you to join us! Tune in here on Suburban Oblivion next Saturday at 4pm Central time to catch the whole event live, as it happens.
For better or worse, we are finally making it happen.
Update- Looks like the media is starting to take notice of our rather offbeat plans!
A bunch of Twitter locals get together for a Tweetup, something cool happens and someone catches it on their iPhone, video is uploaded to Youtube and people are tweeting it within minutes.
It may be the epitome of geeky, but when Paul proposed last night with many of our close friends there to share in the moment, that’s exactly what happened. Thanks to Alli recording the video and Chris taking pictures, we have a beautiful visual record of what many often don’t, and we are able to share that with those we wish could have been there with us (Amanda and Christy especially, miss you guys!) but couldn’t.
Paul popping the question as twitter locals share in the moment.
The actual capturing of the video was incredibly lucky, because he hadn’t told anyone he was going to ask last night. He did however start his speech with something along the lines of us ‘never breaking up again’ or something to that effect, and Allie decided just being a smartass that she needed to get that statement on video. We are so glad she did!
Since we are anything but traditional, you know the ring had to be different as well. Instead of a diamond solitaire, the center stone is an emerald (he’s from Ireland, and we met in May) with emerald-cut diamonds on either side. Stunning!
Thank you so very much to everyone who was here to share in the moment last night, and to all of our friends who couldn’t be here but have sent their well-wishes via Twitter, Facebook and email.
Most of all thank you to Paul, my wonderful, sweet, pain in the ass husband-to-be for making the moment so special. This has been so hard-earned for us, but so worth it. I love you.