It’s become a bit of a Generation X/Y cliché to bitch about Valentine’s Day and claim we hate it. We’re all too cool and cynical for romantic goop. I actually like goop, but I do have a problem with this:
This bear stands for everything I find offensive about this holiday. I want to choke him with my bear (haha) hands. These gifts are not romantic and definitely do not show that someone cares. If someone gave this to me, I would assume they don’t care all that much and just grabbed something off the shelf at Walmart at the last minute. Not to mention: what on earth would you do with it?? Everyone knows it’ll just sit around until enough time has passed that you don’t feel too guilty throwing it out.
The most romantic Valentine’s Day I ever had didn’t involve a single gift. The Guy and I always spent our time together in clubs and bars with a group of people. For the one Valentine’s Day we were together, we stayed in together for the first time and rented movies. There were no presents or flowers or cards in red envelopes. It was lovely (even if he did turn out to be useless and evil).
The things that are actually sweet usually aren’t pink and heart-shaped. Here’s a song that I think is incredibly sweet, about love and friendship - the way it should be. I’m going back to bed now, enjoy your Valentine’s Day.
Diana Ross - When We Grow Up
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