This blog has been going now for almost 6 years (including the blogspot iterations), and I’ve never once mentioned “Valentine’s Day”. Even disregarding the commercial orgy that it is for a moment, I’m a bit of a cynic about the fundamental basis of it – the idea of a specific day for celebrating “romance” as a concept, rather than the actual person you love. Wouldn’t her birthday be a better day for celebrating her as an individual? Do you love her, or do you love loving her?
And Valentine’s Day isn’t just commercial – it has been turned into something profitably, but destructively, competitive. Because all couples are “supposed” to be doing something on the same day, there’s a whole “what did your partner do for you?” vibe which promotes jealousy, bitterness, resentment and, of course, greed. It’s like the wedding thing – an industry built around removing consumers’ ability to be sensible. If you truly loved her, you wouldn’t mind the expense of this ludicrously overpriced item. Show the depth of your feelings by throwing money around – we’ll be happy to accept it on her behalf!
As a writer on The Punch put it:
Valentine’s Day isn’t a day for expressing love. It’s an excuse to play on all those human frailties and anxieties. “Will he say he loves me?” “Will he send a card”? “What if he doesn’t”?
Instead, you should be asking: “What if he does”. If your man can’t express his affection every day, in so many different ways, pray to St Valentine that you don’t receive a card this Sunday.
That said, when in Rome… of course I’ll be participating again. I mean, I do love her.
I just hope she knows it on all the other days of the year, too.