Don’t give me that raised eyebrow look. You heard me right. It is a forced-love day. It is a money-making day. It is the day when the flower boys go home with a loaded bank account. It is the day when guys spend all their savings on a bunch of roses for their ladies. It is the day when women get their nails and hair done. It is the day when everyone showers unconditional love on their better halves – only because they are expected to. It is the day when lots of babies are made. Ok that was a little disturbing, but whatever. You get my point.
Yes I am an anti-valentine’s day person and I think it’s only because I have spent the last 20 V-days being single. Just putting it out there before you start judging my opinion.
In the early years, I used to watch rom-coms and dream about having one of those perfect dates one day. My picks were pretty much the same every year: When Harry Met Sally, Under the Tuscan Sun, Love Actually, Casablanca, Ghost, Notting Hill, Room with a view (oh hello British accents), Dirty Dancing… and I can keep going.
But as I grew out of my teenage years, I started to get frustrated with these chick flicks. The clichéd endings annoyed me and the tacky dialogues made me want to scream. I couldn’t follow the movie tradition anymore. I was over it.
Now, in my 20th year of singledom, I feel even worse. I got more time to analyse things and I conclude that Valentine’s Day is the biggest load of shit. It is the biggest marketing gimmick.
Earlier it was just a cute holiday where getting a rose was a BIG DEAL. But now, it’s a competition. There is an expectation of getting the most expensive flowers, the best Swiss chocolates or the biggest diamond. There is no element of surprise left because everyone expects something from each other. You cannot surprise your woman or man – unless you take them to the moon. The shape, size and weight matters. And that disgusts me. You might think that I am saying that because I didn’t get any of those things today. And you might be right too. But even if I was in a relationship now, I would still be 100% anti-Valentine’s Day.
This day makes all singles feel like we have failed again. Failed at love and an opportunity to be loved. Like we aren’t good enough for the million single people out there. When we can have a mother’s day, father’s day, daughter’s day, parent’s day and lover’s day – why not have a single’s day too? When you want everyone to celebrate love for each other, then why not celebrate being independent and awesome too? I am totally keen on that one. I’m going to suggest that to Barack Obama, while you burn your pockets for that perfect present.
I hope all you love birds had a good day (and night). Just do me a favour and give her a flower tomorrow as well. Break the tradition and damage your bank account everyday.
It’s LOVE after all.