Valentine’s Day is a beautiful concept. Taking time to do something special to celebrate one’s relationship and going out of your way to do something sweet for someone you care about is nice and all — but I hate the pressure that’s associated with it.
Constantly being asked “So what are you and your boyfriend doing?,” “What are you getting him?,” “What is he getting you?,” for the past two weeks was draining.
I’ve seen red boxes of chocolate in grocery and drug stores since the beginning of January, and I got sick of them.
One billion Valentine’s Day cards are sent each year, making Valentine’s Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year.
How?!
Not Mother’s Day or Father’s Day — and I’m confident the number of guardians in the world outnumber the number of relationships.
The materialistic nature of the holiday makes my skin crawl sometimes.
Love isn’t just an expensive dinner or nice jewelry.
Those things are all nice, of course, but the value of them doesn’t change on Feb. 15 just because it didn’t occur on a socially constructed holiday.