When I was twelve
When I was twelve I received a birthday card from my estranged mother and it meant the world to me. From that day on, as a little girl, I knew that I wanted to write greeting cards for a living. Sending a card can mean so much. It means that someone, somewhere was thinking of you and it’s like putting a little piece of yourself in an envelope that…
…sorry I can’t keep that up.
I’ve never wanted to write greeting cards. I’m also pretty sure that I’ve never been a little girl but, then again, I blacked out a lot in college so I suppose anything could have happened.
Greeting cards, in my humble opinion, are just awful. I’ve never really liked them much. They rate just above a text when it comes to meaningful correspondence. They’re a way of saying “You’re not on my mind all that often but while I was in the drugstore looking for Tums and KY Jelly I thought I’d buy this card wishing you a happy mother’s day”.
Greeting cards are just about the least amount of effort one can give when it comes to celebrating a milestone or a moment and, even then, they miss the mark. The real problem with greeting cards these days is that there just aren’t that many out there for the complex emotions and situations facing men and women today.
Where’s a card thanking someone for finally getting her tubes tied? How about one consoling a woman when her husband runs off with her brother? Where, for fuck’s sake, is a card subtly threatening another parent for giving your daughter a kazoo at a birthday party?
It turns out that they’re right here.
Life, after all, isn’t just handjobs and roses and fingerbanging under the dining room table at Christmas. Life is full of uncomfortable moments and there needs to be a card for all of them.
Thank you for visiting, feel free to look around, print out a card for free and welcome to The Unspiration.
