So yesterday was Valentine’s Day. I could be like pretty much every other single blogstress out there and do one of a few different things. One, I could throw a mini-hissy fit about how stupid Valentine’s Day is. I mean, yea, Valentine’s Day IS kind of stupid. But then again, what’s really WRONG, besides the heightened expectations and commercialization, with it? A day that gives you the opportunity to remind the people that you love just how much you appreciate them. Or two, I could take a “single power!” stance and be all, “you don’t need a man! down with relationships! screw love! feminism kicks ass!” But, I would kind of be lying. (And let’s be honest, who ACTUALLY believes that?) I could also pull a “don’t worry single gals, you’ll get there one day. you never know what tomorrow will bring!” as a pep talk to both my readers and myself. but whenever I read anything like that, all i can think is, “oh jesus. please stop patronizing me.”
You could see the exchanging of cards, gifts, and well-wishes among friends and family to be kind of concilliatory (“I know you aren’t in a relationship, but IIII love you!”) But that would mean you’re just a little bitter. Sure, seeing couples all lovey-dovey on the subway, the girl with a rose in her hand, makes me simultaneously want to vomit and say “awwww! (sigh.)” But being jealous and bitter really gets you no where but jealous and bitter. And that’s no fun for anyone.
I feel like all of the anger directed towards Valentine’s Day is kinda selfish and really takes away from the niceness that can be found in this totally made-up holiday. I mean, everyone has a right to be selfish once in a while, but isn’t Valentine’s Day really about spreading love to the people who matter to you? And what’s actually wrong with that?
And getting flowers from my mom is way better than getting them from a guy anyway. First, because chances are the flowers my mom gets me are going to be prettier. (A few years ago she sent me these beauuuutiful white and magenta orchids.) And second, my mom’s not expecting a blow job in return. (Eeewww.) That’s right. I said it.
