chocolates and flowers and giant stuffed teddy bears fill our eyes and brains like mad, making us feel unworthy if we don’t receive SOMEthing for valentine’s day, whether or not we’ve got ourselves a person to call Boo or Bae or Babe. seriously, i saw a (legit) commercial on tv for an adult man to buy his adult ladyfriend a giant teddy bear that’s literally as tall as the man himself. what world are we living in that A: any adult would want that, and B: it’s a way of showing love?
maybe i’m being all bah-humbug on you when you just want to enjoy the flowers and chocolate, but i just can’t get into valentine’s day as a holiday. it, quite frankly, makes single people feel even lonelier, and not-single people feel obligated to “show” extra love when you should really be showing 200% love 200% of the time.
it’s safe to say it’s a holiday that we don’t celebrate. instead we set aside 1 day each month to go on a date together, just the two of us. in over 2 years of “dating”, we’ve only missed one month last november (busy bees, big career changes, death in the family, thanksgiving, etc. etc. etc.) but we made it up with a pretty amazing stay-cation in manhattan at the standard hotel at the highline, a walk through the whitney museum, dinner at untitled, and a random stop at a taqueria/bar drinking too many margaritas (fancy shmancy with 2 months of date budget and holiday gift money from my dad with the stipulation “do something nice for yourselves” strapped to it.) our typical date night is usually a new restaurant that we want to try, whether it’s $50/plate or $5/plate.
but whether you celebrate valentine’s day or not, all those heart-shaped boxes of chocolate remind you to show your love to your loved ones, everyday (err-DAY) of the year, even if that means you pop their blackheads for them (i did not just admit to that)… just please don’t buy one of those giant teddy bears.