In Defense of PDA
Seemingly forever doomed to be a hot-button issue, public displays of affection have perpetually held a high-ranking spot in polarizing topics.
Is PDA a twosome disease that haunts your dreams and favorite bistro, forcing you to stare at walls and make passive-aggressive gestures while writhing in discomfort? Not really.
“Nobody wants to see that,” people frequently say in disapproval of PDA, and it seems to make sense until you examine the zeitgeist of our current culture. In a time when 5 million people of various ages, backgrounds, and interests regularly tune in to True Blood, a plotless softcore porn series masquerading as a supernatural drama, are you entirely confident with making the statement that nobody wants to see even a little bit of that?
While I don’t necessarily endorse re-enacting seven minutes in heaven in the corner of Forever 21 or under-the-table body exams in class, I do endorse affection, public or not, and I think that the notion that it should be all but forgotten the second a couple walks out of their front door is bordering on insane.
My boyfriend and I have completely G-rated pet names for one another. I call him by his in public, partially because it’s kind of a reflex at this point and it’s easier for you to stop eavesdropping on my conversation than it is for me to rework my vocabulary, but mostly because I like calling him that. When I was a child, my parents were friends with another couple who would casually refer to the other as “angel blossom” and “kumquat.” I thought it was weird at the time, mostly because I still don’t know what an angel blossom is or why anyone would think of a kumquat as particularly endearing, but in hindsight I think it is adorable that they didn’t feel the need to switch to formalities over something sweet and harmless just because other people might be listening.
And I’m sorry that I’m not sorry, but I like holding hands. I like kissing and being kissed. I like to cuddle. I don’t go out of my way to unleash my sexuality over brunch, but if I feel like giving the person I’m dating a kiss, I’m going to do it without warning or remorse. I’m not kissing you, so relax.
Contrary to popular belief, none of these things are comparable to secondhand smoke. Side-effects can be avoided entirely by rotating your head 30 degrees in any direction, checking your Twitter replies on your smartphone, or actually paying attention to the person that you’re out with. I know — it’s shocking how easy it is to be unaffected by someone else’s date.
What I’m trying to say is that if seeing any physical expression of romance is offensive to you, I think it’s time to take your heart out of the freezer. Couples shouldn’t feel stifled by the great outdoors and the public judgment that inevitably awaits them.
There’s nothing gross about being in love.
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