as you may know, valentine’s day is tomorrow. saint valentine, or valentinus, is the namesake for the holiday which pope gelasius established more than 1500 years ago. no one really knows much about valentinus , but chaucer (the rat bastard) turned it into the lovey dovey holiday it is today.
people are very opinionated about this hallmark holiday. most either firmly hate it or love it, often (though not always) based on whether they find themselves in a relationship in the middle of february.
i’m a stereotype–i’m single and i hate it. BUT, allow me to explain myself: i hate it regardless of my relationship status and i decidedly do not have pity parties when i’m single on the day nor do i celebrate it when i’m involved with someone.
i hate it because it is artificial. if love exists (which i doubt, but that’s another post for another time), why must you dedicate a day to buying a bunch of shit to express it? if you’re in love, why not express it throughout the year, however you feel you can rather than waiting for some random day in february to don your pink/red and get mushy?
i hate it because it is cliché. people expect single girls to have pity parties with ben & jerry and romcoms while they expect girls in relationships to swoon over some red roses and a box of chocolates.
i hate it because it is easy. life isn’t some pre-packaged experience, but valentine’s day makes love as simple as picking a #6 from mcdonalds. real emotions are complex, powerful, and difficult, not so easily defined.
don’t call me a curmudgeon or a grinch–i celebrate life every day, i just can’t celebrate this iteration. that said, if you enjoy it, fantastic, go for it. i’m just saying why i don’t like it. (but i will go to the grocery on tuesday and snag some 1/2 price chocolates. don’t judge.)