Someone had to do it. So here it is:
I hate valentines day. I always have. When you are single (or even worse, single and getting over someone or recently broken up with someone you cared
about) it is a terrible holiday. Every commercial makes you cringe. Every little pink heart shaped piece of merchandise makes you want to puke. It's
horrendous, it's exclusionary, and it's insensitive.
But I'm not single atm, and I still hate valentines day (and always have). While I'm certainly cheap, I have no problem spending money on my
significant other. No, that's not the problem that I have with valentines day. The problem I have with valentines day is that a bunch of fat slob
CEO's band together every year to get even fatter off the hard earned dollars of gullible, needy, emotionally vapid little t#&*s.
Hear me out here.
When you are the man in a heterosexual relationship, you are expected
to bend over backwards for your girlfriend or wife every February 14th.
Normally, your significant other doesn't bother to do the same for you. NO NO NO. YOU are on the hook, and it's YOUR balls if you don't one up your
lady's best friends boyfriend. You'll be hearing about it for MONTHS if not YEARS if Joe Schmuck bought your lady's girlfriend a yacht for valentines
day. But what do you get? Physical gratification if you're lucky.
But that is just one of the many superficial reasons I hate valentines day (besides the fact it is a corporate holiday and cheapens love to some sort
of financial obligation once a year). The REAL reason I hate valentines day is because it presupposes that you can be a total asshole the other 364
days of the year, as long as you show up for the game on some day that some jackass determined to be the one day of the year that you should be a good
boyfriend or husband.
Luckily, I have a partner who shares my views on this most vacuous holiday. We both agree that a relationship should be about how you treat your
partner the OTHER 364 days of the year. I grew up being taught these values by my parents. My dad would bring my mom flowers for no reason all the
time. He'd get me to help him make her breakfast in bed for no reason, and he would take her out for dinner occasionally for no reason at all. Having
learned from him, I do the same for my significant other.
I remember once buying my girlfriend a dozen roses in the middle of July because the mood struck me. Arriving at the checkout, the clerk (a male) not
so comically quipped: "Uh oh... what did YOU do?"
REALLY!? No. I did not do anything wrong. I felt like buying my girlfriend flowers for no reason BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT A GOOD MAN DOES.
I don't need one day out of the year to remind me not to be a dick, and I resent the social stigma that comes with valentines day and practically
being forced into this cultural circle jerk of money, shallow gestures of "romance", and expectations. If I am forced to be "romantic" at a specific
time or date, it loses all meaning. It becomes the sad process of simply going through the motions because I "have to".
#$*! valentines day.
edit on 13-2-2014 by DeadSeraph because: (no reason given)