The Valentine Disease

As you may or may not be aware, Valentines Day is tomorrow. The plethora of hateful emails telling you what to buy your loved ones is clotting your inbox like an old wound.

If you were unable to guess from my opening gambit, I quite passionately oppose the idea of Valentines Day. And from the emails I’ve been receiving, I’m not entirely sure there is a meaning to the day anymore. So if you’re hoping to read something positive and loved up, you may need to look elsewhere. But there’s nothing quite like being practically battered into submission from the relentless advertising out there.

When you receive an email informing you that a discounted DVD box set of Desperate Housewives would make the perfect valentines gift, something has clearly gone wrong somewhere down the line. It’s happened to Christmas and Easter, so it only figures that February the 14th would be open to a hostile commercial takeover.

Here’s the typical checklist. Buy them some nice flowers that will cost an arm and a leg and will be dead in a few days. Buy a gaudy rectangular piece of card with some painfully cheesy love poem inside, thereby further destroying the rainforest. Maybe purchase a bottle of wine or champagne to destroy their liver. You could always buy them a nice box of chocolates (I refuse to be negative about chocolate).

There are still some people who like to do something special for their partner like cook a home made meal, but they are a dying breed.

Now your love is all too often quantified by what you are willing to spend on your partner. Lavishing them wish gifts they ultimately don’t care for. Can’t you just tell them you love them? Be with them? Do something special?

Perhaps I’m bitter about the notion of a day dedicated to happy loving couples due to my chronic single status. I’m twenty-four now, and if I calculate correctly, tomorrow will be my twenty fourth Valentines day where I sit at home, staring at the walls as I devour Russia’s finest export directly from the bottle. Not that I’ve done this every one of the twenty-four times. I don’t even think I’ve done it once, but it sure seems like a good idea this year.

It also cannot be a coincidence that on Valentines Day, all across the country couples will be drinking and then going back to their apartments for “coffee”. If you abbreviate Valentines Day, what do you get? You get VD. Venereal diseases. They are inexplicably linked with the day and I want nothing to do with it.

At least not until I’ve found the right person for me, but it looks like that may be some way off yet.

2 responses to “The Valentine Disease

  1. I quite agree that Valentines Day has become a commercial takeover – but, hey, whats wrong with receiving a tacky card (or two) and a scurmmy box of chocs? Cards can be recycled (year on year!) and choccies devoured. But for me on my 34th Valentines Day with my wonderful hubbie I was treated to a day in London, a delicious Italian meal and a trip to the theatre to see Cirque de Soleil. Who says romance is dead? Not me!! Roll on next year I say, I now have high expectations, and if my hubbie reads this, please don’t let me down!!

  2. Valentines Day, now yet another day ruined by commercialisation and high expectations for gifts that will ultimately disappoint.

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