A Valentine’s Day poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Watching Netflix is cheaper
Than dinner for two.
Thank you, thank you. I’m clearly not bitter at all. It’s just that Valentine’s Day sucks. Valentine’s Day is the worst day of the year for single women and also everyone else. It’s too much pressure for couples (i.e. “What if this is too much? What if this isn’t enough? What if he forgets all together?”), and it’s obviously no fun for single people.
(and I actually had a boyfriend when I tweeted that)
Valentine’s Day has been called Singles Awareness Day, Valloween, V-Day…for “Very Lonely Day…Very Sad Day.” Some people hate it because you shouldn’t need a holiday to do something special for your significant other. And then there’s the whole “Consumerism America blah blah blah” argument, which is another way of saying, “Someone, please love me.”
At the same time, it’s easy to almost forget Valentine’s Day even exists. You see all the teddy bears and boxes of chocolate at Duane Reade, of course, and maybe the occasional jewelry commercial on TV (but who has a television anymore, anyway?). But the day itself creeps up on you. It seems like a normal Saturday night until none of your friends can go out because they all have plans with their boyfriends and don’t invite you and you’re like, “What gives?” and they say, “Well, it is Valentine’s Day,” and you’re all, “Duh, I knew that. I just didn’t realize people still celebrated such an antiquated holiday, like who is Saint Valentine, anyway? K I’m gonna drink my feelings now BYE.”
Just remember, if you drink enough wine, it tastes like love. And chocolate will be half-priced tomorrow.
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