This post was contributed by Professor Lynne Segal, Anniversary Professor of Psychology & Gender Studies in the Department of Psychosocial Studies.
Not again? Are you home alone on Valentine’s day, feeling yourself like a miserable old ghost, excluded from the feast of love? If so, you could join up with the ‘one-billion-rising’, the global feminist campaign which, in the footsteps of Eve Ensler seventeen years ago, turned Valentine’s Day into V-Day. Women and men everywhere are being urged to take a stand against violence against women, so often perpetrated through sexual assault. Here the V stands for Victory over men’s Violence against Women. It is a victory that is to be achieved through, among other things, everybody learning to love, instead of hating and abusing, the Vagina. It’s a crucial movement, with rape culture still endemic around the world.
But let me return to my opening question, the thought of being home alone on Valentine’s Day. Are we unlovable if tonight we find ourselves undatable, living alone, outside any couple? Of course not! We all know that there are so many different kinds of love, some might even reflect, like Jeanette Winterson this time last year, that all our relationships are based on love of different kinds: ‘If we could try to experience love as a quality – like compassion or courage – and focus less on love as an event, something that happens, then love would belong to us, rather than being dependent on us belonging to someone’.
In his conversation, In Praise of Love, the philosopher Alain Badiou echoes some of Winterson’s thoughts, though reinstating the couple as the site of ‘love’. Disdaining what he sees, rather oddly, as the ‘risk-free’ commercialization of love in internet dating, Badiou affirms the truth of ‘love’ in the movement from the chance encounter to the challenging commitment of an enduring recognition and acceptance of ‘difference’ between two people, as each negotiates a shared encounter with the world, no longer ‘from the perspective of the One, but from the perspective of the Two’.
Love may indeed be best seen as a quality of commitment, acceptance and enduring negotiation. However there is surely a little more to add when Winterson or Badiou object, as many do, to the commodification of the trade in ‘love’ nowadays, exemplified by those roses and chocolates on Valentine’s Day. This is because, even when free from the taint of commercialism, love is always shadowed by various forms of envy, dread of abandonment, and more, on the one hand; constraint and fears of suffocation, on the other.
This underbelly of love persists, whether we see ‘love’ as a type of event (the expression of desire, the occurrence of sexual activity, the declaration of strong affection); or alternatively, as a quality of lasting attachment and care (trying to be always dependable, supportive, comforting, responsive, in sharing one’s life with another). In a brief meditation on the risks of love the philosopher Judith Butler agrees, when she writes, ‘love is not a state, a feeling, a disposition, but an exchange, uneven, fraught with history, with ghosts, with longings that are more or less legible to those who try to see one another with their own faulty vision.’ The archetypal bond of love, that of a child for its mother, conveys it all; soon enough the child will be caught between need and flight, even as the mother was perhaps once caught between fear and flight at the initial total dependence of the infant on her ceaseless ministrations.
We could all love each other more, even that passing stranger, and the world be a better, indeed unrecognizable, place. But who dares ask for love without fear of rejection? It is the horror of the pitying smugness of the securely (or insecurely) coupled that single people experience, especially on Valentine’s Day. Now where exactly can I find those billion people rising, tonight?
Thanks, Lynne, for this lovely and thought provoking piece. It made me think that what matters is what we make of love, and what it makes of us. What it ‘is’ is maybe nothing more than this potential to be remade. I’m with you in remaking V-day!
Good post from Professor Segal. Lots to think about understanding the “tyranny” of desire that we so often don’t understand , but never-the-less invest with great expectations that inevitable cannot be met….. unless we happen to be very lucky.
Some thoughts I put together on “Desire”
http://www.2ndcouncilhouse.co.uk/blog/2012/09/14/delusions-of-desire-more-questions-than-answers/
Thank you Lynne, I now feel amongst the beloved billion.
Hi Lynne. Just to say thanks for this inspiring contribution to think, and think again, about love and all its meanings. And not just on Valentine’s or any other V-day!
Thank you Lynne, I thought that was great. I always wondered what love is. Now at least I know what to look for. Particularly liked the Judith Butler quote. Count me in for one of the billion.
Beautiful piece Lynne, and brave: to beware of love’s violent underbelly, every day and today especially. Thank you.
Yes thank you Lynne – wonderfully refreshing and thought provoking.
My colleagues are organising a 1 billion rising event at St Luke’s centre, EC1V8AJ. If you fancy 5 rhythms dancing and old school disco!
Women only which some have complained about. Happy Valentines.
Thank you all for your thoughtful and very generous comments on my blog. I’m with Paul, Paddy, Richard and Nick for re-thinking love, re-making V-Day; with Davy and Maria on the dangers of ‘desire’ (and the lack of any strong feelings!); with Eleanor for dancing in the potential expansiveness of Love, over Hate, Fear, Insecurity, alongside all those other demons we all project outwards. Enjoy this day, the next, and all our lingering yesterdays.
A lovely thought provoking piece Lynne, and a reminder why I always looked forward to your seminars. Love and thanks from one of the 1 billion.
Not to worry you Brandon, but recall hearing a local radio interview with Triple H a couple of years ago when he was back in NH and was asked who he thought would be a big star and his response was &#euS0;2h8am2s”
It’s still not to late to read Erich Fried’s stunning collection “Love Poems” published by Calder in 1991. Today or any other day!
e.g.
What It Is
It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what is
says love
Thank you for opening that curtain
Thanks a ton for spending free time to compose “Valentine’s
Day | Birkbeck Comments”. Thanks a ton again ,Katherina
Great blog, great comments. It deserves a ‘like’ tag so it could be linked to my Facebook site. It made me look up an article I wrote (in 1984) called ‘Love and Dread in Modern Times’ in which I quoted Marx on ‘love’ . . . the Old Mole wasn’t too far off the mark, but nowhere near as relevant as the people you quote here. I quoted Annie Lennox too, and she still rings true.
Oh, you must send it to me Max, would love to reads it, Lynne