The Death of Love

The era of romanticism is dead. Mankind has supplanted imagination with technology, replaced the human touch of communication with devices, sold quixotic notions of love and revolution by exhausting the use of cinema, and undermined even banal realities through broadcasting them on the television. The romantics of previous generations expressed their emotions with originality but what has become the inclusive nature of relinquishing feelings is culpable for the cliches of the status quo. To love is simply not enough. One must profess their love in a manner that is suited to the magnanimity of the feeling itself. Gaudy gestures such as buying flowers or going on dinner dates have become the norm. In the old days, courtship was sufficient. A few verses written in the form of an iambic pentameter portrayed the emotion of love quite lucidly. Even when  poetry became hackneyed, simplicity of sharing sentimental thoughts or affectionate letters could still be counted on. Then the Google era popped up and the charlatans burgeoned out of control. The internet provided immense information including ways in which to impress the opposite gender, topics to avoid that threatened chemistry, and how to seal the deal. Sure the objectification of the opposite sex existed far before this generation. But through dating tips, establishment of taboos, creation of gender expectations and limitations, and by instilling the need to quench lust(porn), technology played an important role in the perversion of love. Consequently, the romanticism that once dictated the ideals of affection died in its sleep. What awoke the next morning was superficial love bolstered by technology.