Some of you may dispute that I can get away on a romantic weekend – maybe somewhere in the woods. Though that may be true, I can actually do that on the weekend after, when rates make sense and all the other nauseating couples go back to hating each other on a regular basis.
I don’t buy into the hype and neither should any of you. I mean, why not cook your special somebody a dinner, make them a memento or do something out of the ordinary instead of buying them the same Hallmark card that most of the population will be receiving too?
On the flipside, Valentine’s Day shipper Mike Lovering - who insisted on using this pseudo name for the purpose of this article – believes that Valentine’s Day is just as valid a holiday as Christmas.
‘It gives you something to look forward to,” Lovering says, “Why do we buy gifts on Christmas or send our mother’s flowers on Mother’s Day when we should be grateful all year?
“The truth is, these ‘holidays’ (including the tackiness) are deeply rooted in our society and give us purpose,” he continues, “Sure, we should show it every day, but then life would be boring – besides I am guaranteed some action if I play my cards right on Valentine’s.”
While we may have sat there arguing those very points for an hour. I must admit that Lovering did have some valid arguments. If we showed our appreciation every day, at some point, we would take these nice gestures for granted.
Valid points or not, I can’t help but sympathize with the woman (or man) who is the only single person in a group of married friends. It can suck, especially on a day targeted at people in relationships. Singles can’t help but feel isolated. Especially if all their ‘relationship friends’ are boasting about the chocolate love paint they bought for that night.
It is estimated that single women often send themselves flowers on this day, in fact, 15 % of them do. Congratulations! You 15 % have made Valentine’s Day Bitchin’ again. And why wouldn’t you send yourself flowers? You are one rockin’ bad-ass chick and deserve to show yourself the love.
In all seriousness, even though I don’t buy into it, I can see what the all hype is all about. There’s that one day where loved ones make each other feel special, do something sweet or romantic and really pull out all the stops. If you don’t participate, you or someone significant ends up feeling left out. But consider this: Rather than on a day where love is expected, what if that special someone did all those special things on a random Tuesday. Wouldn’t that be more special?