Before I rant, I have to say something. DARNIT! I almost made it all of January posting every day! But yesterday was a hard day. By the time I realized I hadn’t posted yet, I was very, very tired. I guess the first day of being-awake-at-normal-human-times threw me off, too. That’s right, I am sleeping through the night again! Mostly thanks to the behavioral changes I made. Those cognitive-behavioral techniques really work, let me tell you. I’ll do another post later today, to make up for it. Sort of. And with that, here are my thoughts on Valentine’s Day. In January. Because I can’t escape it, even in January.
I hated Valentine’s Day when I was single. I hated Valentine’s Day when I was dating. You have to go on an awesome date tonight and fall in LOVE, but no pressure! ::eyeroll::
One would think that, now that I’m married, I would love Valetine’s Day. And excuse to go on a date with my husband! Gifts! Flowers! In reality, Nathan and I don’t need an excuse. We do just fine, thank you. And I don’t appreciate the pressure. On real holidays, when we’re really supposed to feel things like gratitude for family, for the things that we have, we do really awesome gifts. I don’t mean to brag, but we are really good at finding little things that go straight to the heart. We do not buy each other pink and red stuff just because it’s everywhere in stores.
I do love chocolate. I won’t pretend otherwise. But I’ll eat it any day I choose, thank you very much. The one thing I admit is that I love flowers, no matter what the occasion. They’re expensive, so if it’s just a few times a year, that’s lovely. Valentine’s Day can be one of those days. That does actually make me happy.
What has annoyed me lately is the nonsense that fills my inbox. For most of the year, I appreciate knowing when sales are happening at certain online stores. Let’s just say that I wear a size that’s difficult to find in the mall. As soon as Christmas is over, though, I am inundated with emails insisting that I need to spend money not on undergarments that function, but on expensive lingerie that is bright red just for the sake of Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’m just too poor to think this is cute. But, more than that, I simply dislike being told what is romantic. If there’s anything marriage (and real intimacy, in the emotional sense) has taught me, it’s that romance is rarely made of mass-produced, cliched undergarments. Forgive me if I sound old-fashioned. I’m as big a fan of lace as any girl, but I prefer to purchase such items unbidden by marketers’ made-up holidays.
In sum, I would prefer to go on a spontaneous date with my husband, or to celebrate a happy event of some kind. On these nights, our favorite restaurant is not over-crowded. Prices are not pumped up for a busy “holiday.” We can dress up or not, as we choose. Valentine’s Day is still a silly holiday and seems to rely on marketer’s insistence that you will feel guilty or inadequate or lonely or whatever if you do not participate. I don’t like being coerced and manipulated into faux romance. Do you?