Valentine’s, a Suggestion

13 Feb

Fear not, dear readers, this will not be a diatribe about commercialism. Whatever normative ideals I may hold, I am – at heart – a realist and a pragmatist who recognizes that Valentine’s Day is here to stay (not least because any threat to its continued existence would surely see a frightening coalition of florists, chocolatiers and greeting card conglomerates forging Super-PACs and other lobbying bodies to convince House Republicans that not having Valentine’s Day is somehow unconstitutional and violates the consumer-driven economic rights of corporations ‘Mericans, notably small business owners). Any and all rants re: commercialism are, therefore, not only insufferably holier-than-thou and/or pathetically obvious attempts to rationalize disappointment, but pointless to boot.

That said, I dislike Valentine’s Day for the same reason I dislike the requisite gift-giving on Christmas and birthdays, or the (also timely) pretension of giving up something for Lent: it all seems so insincere. Are we all so selfish and self-absorbed that we need a designated calendar day to remind us to show the special people in our lives that we care for and value them (or show God/Jesus/the Holy Spirit that we appreciate His/His/Its sacrifices)?

Apparently, yes.

Confession: I am completely and undeniably single, not even a crush in sight. My plans for Valentine’s Day consist of going to work, the gym, and home to a dinner of leftover lasagne my mother made for Sister’s birthday last weekend. I might even get handy in true independent-single-woman fashion and assemble that desk I’ve been meaning to take out of the box for over a week or unpack my (awesome, lithium battery-powered, lightweight) power drill to hang the curtains that arrived yesterday while half-listening to whatever sappy movie is playing on Lifetime. (Or – fingers crossed! – perhaps that Julia Stiles, Hallmark Hall of Fame movie co-starring Dr. Sam from New Girl will be available OnDemand.)

Swoon. (I’m still rooting for you, Dr. Sam; even if that kiss was hotter than hot.)

Anyhoo.

My point, this Valentine’s Day Eve, is that I hope we all begin to view this and other holidays not as obligatory days of affection, or as reminders of our single or coupled states*, or even as excuses to buy multiple packages of cookie dough and eat them (all) while drinking wine and sobbing over Ryan Gosling’s perfection in The Notebook. Instead, let’s use the commercialized reminder that we like to know we’re loved as a hint to put a more personal reminder on the calendar for a random day in July, subject: do something nice for someone you love when they least expect it. Because who doesn’t love random Monday flowers?

*Thanks, Well-meaning Aunt, for announcing to the family that you were giving me a Valentine because you assumed I didn’t have one of the non-related, male persuasion.

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One Response to “Valentine’s, a Suggestion”

  1. highfiverson February 22, 2013 at 1:53 pm #

    Dr SAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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