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love Languages - Is anyone ever fluent?

It started with tacos and tequila. Our tiny little friend group, consisting of a serial dater, a high school sweetheart, and a self-professed cynic of romantic love. Uncle Sam, Cheetah Girl, and the Ginger. Crammed in a booth at Cantina on the first Tuesday back for the semester, someone brought up “love languages”, based off one of the hundreds of tweets and memes we send every day. While the tweet, as I can best recall, placed these ideas into the context of how a burrito can show each love language, they originally come from the book “The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate” by Gary Chapman. One by one we ranked them in order.

 

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According to Chapman, we did it all wrong - you are supposed to have one primary and one secondary love language, and use them to find happiness in your relationship. But it just made more sense for us during our conversation to rank them, so we decided to ignore that part of the rulebook and keep going. The way we ranked our love languages represented how we could best feel emotion from those around us. 

 

 As we talked,  I continued to question why the entire conversation had to be about romantic relationships. Yes, part of that was probably inherently selfish (I didn’t have much to contribute to the genre of relationships. Not to brag, but I’ve been single for 22 years and counting) but the question continued to nag in my mind. Why couldn’t we talk about our friendship with the same words we used for romantic love? Why had we all been questioned by our friends and families regarding if any of us are talking or hooking up or dating? Were my relationships and emotions less valued because they didn’t revolve around anniversaries and monogamy? WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST BE FRIENDS??

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Beyond the conversation always being focused on romantic love, the idea of ranking our love languages in general started to bug me. Even though I technically ranked words of affirmation first, that doesn't mean I want every representation of emotion that someone makes to be telling me how amazing I am. I still wear the necklace my mom gave me for my 16th birthday almost every day, because it reminds me of her and makes me feel loved. So why do I place receiving gifts at the bottom of my list? In a way, ranking them only serves to devalue certain expressions of love, and places us into boxes that can be constricting and frustrating. So, what would happen if we stopped ranking them and just thought of love languages as tools that can be used in different situations? You wouldn't try to use a screwdriver to fix a flat tire, (and if you did, you would be stupid and still have a flat tire) so why would we try to apply the same expressions of love to vastly different human experiences?

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What would it look like if we considered every situation and relationship individually, instead of following what we have been told to do by  society? And how did we get this point of having so many rules about love?

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Uncle Sam

Words of Affirmation

Quality Time 

Acts of Service

Physical Touch

Receiving Gifts

Cheetah Girl 

Quality Time 

Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service

Receiving Gifts

Acts of Service

The Ginger

Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service

Physical Touch

Quality Time

Receiving Gifts

must we put a ring on it?

Marriage - What’s Love Got to Do With It?

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Jumping back a casual 4,000 years, marriage was first born out of a necessity for structure. In those early days, humans craved order and understanding, and since Maury Povich wasn’t around yet, they also needed a way to prove who was the father of the children. Heirs were kind of a big deal back in the day. And thus, we created a system to bind people together. In ancient Greece, ceremonies would even include the father giving away his daughter with the words “I pledge my daughter for the purpose of producing legitimate offspring”. Not quite the sweet daddy-daughter moment you may have imagined, but hey, it was a different time.

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Next, in a classical historical move, the Church saw what was happening and decided it was yet another aspect of the world that they should control. A priest’s blessing became a necessity for a marriage to be legal, and the concept changed from a glorified pregnancy test to a sacrament before the eyes of God. 

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Beyond keeping track of reproduction and proving you were a good little Christian, ancient marriage was also as a type of networking. It could give you access to a whole new family, and with that, increased economic gain and social climbing. As a woman, the person you committed your uterus to was the biggest financial decision you would ever make (or rather, was made for you). You could basically double all your resources just by getting a blessing and selling your daughter off, which is a practical business move by the lowest of standards. Even after the church butted in, marriage existed primarily for practical gain. In Christian texts before the seventeenth century, the word love usually referred to a love for God or for a neighbor, not a spouse. 

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So, to be clear, the idea of choosing a partner on the merit of “love” was simply

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This isn’t to say those early couples couldn’t have had meaningful or even loving relationships (Dude, I don’t know their lives), but that the idea of marriage coming from a place of love wasn’t really found until the Middle Ages. For European Aristocrats in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, adultery was considered the highest form of love. Yes, really. Side hoes were the true main chick! According to the Countess of Champange (which, by the way is the coolest title ever and what I would like to be exclusively called from now on), it was impossible for love to "exert its powers between two people who are married to each other".  Marriage was SUPER important for political power and all that jazz, but most people got their kicks outside of the marital bed.

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However, cheating wasn't the only way people showed that there are more important things than a spouse. In a lot of societies, marriage ranks relatively low on the scale of "how important is this relationship?", overshadowed by birth families. For example, in China, a common saying was "you only have one family, but you can always get another wife". Basically the original "thank u, next".  But narrowing in on the land of sweet lady liberty, things took a different turn.  In the early stages of American history, when we were still trying to ditch the king, marriage was in full swing and so was courting. While power and politics still played a huge role in who you choose, it was at least somewhat a choice, and how you felt about the person was considered an important factor. Feel free to listen to the Hamilton soundtrack for some sick beats and examples of courtship during those days. And as soon as American society decided that you should be in love with the person you were contractually obligated to hang out with, the idea took over in an aggressive fashion. Love poems, novels, classical music, artists of all kind popped up in mass quantities to profess their love and devotion to that special someone.

 

And once love entered the equation, requests for divorces followed right away. It took a while at first, with divorces only being permitted after proof of fault on one side or the other, but once no-fault divorces became a thing, a whole new world opened up for some. But it wasn't a totally great world. You would still be a discarded divorcee, especially as a female, and you were often considered as much of a failure as your attempt at marriage was. And for those that think this perspective on divorce is outdated, I assure you it is still alive and well today.

 

(I didn't find out my own grandmother was divorced until after her funeral, and spent the first 16 years of my life thinking my dads parents had been married until his fathers death. Kind of a huge thing to keep from your own kids, but apparently my Nana never wanted her grandkids to "think of her that way". Until the day she died, she considered her divorce to be a failure and an embarrassment. I wish she had been willing to talk about it with me, since her silence kept a huge part of her life secret from me, and prevented me from knowing her fully while she was still alive.  This idealization of marriage and condemnation of divorce by society built a wall between us that I will never be able to climb over.) 

 

Alright, after a brief emotional intermission, back to your scheduled programming! While perceptions of divorce are starting to change in some circles, there is still an overwhelming majority that considers it to be a failure.  The flip side of this sentiment is that a happy marriage is the only way to find "success" in life. If the game is life, the trump card is a loving marriage. Which in my opinion makes for a pretty shitty game, since there are plenty of other routes to happiness. 

 

Western cultures obsession with love and marriage has grown rapidly, and has barely slowed down over time. Yes, those expressions may have changed (women are allowed to do things now, and heteronormativity has released some of its clutches on society) but the fixation is ever present.  My questioning therefore continued - what if we spent the same amount of time and energy on other types of love as we did on romantic?

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Ancient Greeks considered lovesickness to be a type of insanity. That content has stayed relatable as heck. Modern philosopher/rapper Drake wrote, "They say love is in the air, so I hold my breath until my face turn purple" 

In the middle ages, the French considered love to be a "derangement of the mind" to be cured by sexual intercourse with either the loved one or another person. There are worse prescriptions to get, I suppose

on loving, without being in love

The closest thing to a love letter that I have ever written was to my sisters ex-boyfriend.

 

After reading that, you probably think that I’m a terrible person, or at least a terrible sister. A homewrecker, perhaps? But what happens if I mention that he is like a big brother to me? Suddenly, it becomes sweet and innocent. Wholesome, even. I become a nice girl again, instead of a psychopath with a hidden agenda.

 

I love him. A lot, if I’m being honest. But even typing those words out feels weird to say, like I need to quickly disclaimer that I don't like him that way but like a brother, or a best friend! Aggressively platonic! Don’t freak out on me! But I do have a letter he wrote me taped up on my wall next to the mirror, something I see every morning. He has one from me taped up in his room, right near his bed. Taken out of context, some would jump to the conclusion that I was secretly pining for him, like Angelica Schuyler for Alexander Hamilton. (Again, seriously, Hamilton gives great context to this stuff). I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that at first - it makes sense, based on society and what we consider normal with love. A boy and a girl who are incredibly close? Who have open, vulnerable, emotional talks, who can cry together, with a wealth of shared interests? They must be into each other! It is the only true explanation! Boys and girls cannot be close without at least some sexual undertones! Ah!

 

My strongest theory is that we love the drama. The idea of an illicit affair, a secret passion, is much more exciting than a healthy friendship. Healthy friendships don't drive the plot forward. But life is not meant to be a movie, and looking for drama when it doesn’t exist doesn’t make you interesting. He knows things about me that nobody else does. He makes me laugh harder than nearly anyone else, and I care about him deeply. But I am not, and have never been, in love with him. And the constant assumptions that I am only serve to create rifts between us, and frustrations that we have to constantly justify our relationship to others. Thanks a lot, world. 

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So my last question, why is romance such a huge part of society, to the point that we try to invent or create it when it isn't there? 

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TL;DR?

Love isn't just about marriage, or vice versa. And love isn't always one of Cupid's arrows in your ass. It can be so much more, but only if we let it be that. 

 

And thus, after a lot of talking about what love is, isn't, could be, would be, should be, this project was born. You can read, listen, and explore as I try understand how we got here, showcase some of the non-traditional sides of love, and try to give it a fraction of the attention it should deserve in overall culture.

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