I really don’t want to hate February 14th and it makes me angry that I do. It makes me angry, because ideally it should be a day where two or more people should be able to reaffirm their love for one another–not yet another way the advertising industry can guilt people (usually men) into buying expensive bullshit to “prove their love”.
“But Marc,” I hear you say, “Aren’t you one of those weird gray sexual creatures that’s not particularly interested in sex or relationships? Why does this bother you so much?” Simple, really: because it’s usually me that has to fucking hear about it all the damn time round this time of the year from husbands and boyfriends who are stressing because they haven’t bought their girlfriends and wives a gift. Regardless of whether their wives or girlfriends actually want expensive presents, there will be a torrent of ads and media specifically designed to make men out to either be dumb cavemen or sad and pathetic for not opening their wallets.
Not that I am down on men buying presents for their partner(s) on Valentine’s Day (I quite enjoy buying people presents personally), I just get tired of seeing that the only way that you can show your love for a woman is by showing off the size of your bank balance.
Oh and let’s not beat around the bush: Valentine’s Day (in its current form any way) is most defiantly a blatant celebration of, as Noah put it, Hegemonic Heterosexuality. Maybe because it’s the most profitable form a relationship can take? Sure, I’ve seen cards for same-gender couples, but it’s lip service, no two ways about it.
Also, why is it only exclusively romantic or sexual love that has to be celebrated? Why can’t platonic love be celebrated, as well? I’d be interested if anyone has ever sent a card to their best friend or proposed they just spend the day together because it’s been a long time since they hung out.
I hate feeling this way about a day that’s supposed to be about celebrating love and all that makes life worth living– mostly because it puts me reluctantly alongside the hipper-than-thou cynical arseholes of the world who hate joy and love and kittens and spend their time trying to prove that human happiness is an illusion.
So, for the sake of me being able to have a quiet life, Valentine’s Day, would you kindly sort yourself out? Despite my attitude, I think you’re worth saving. If you’re planning on a special day with your significant other(s) then I hope you have a happy Valentine’s Day.