Valentine’s Day is easily the most franchised holiday in America, ranking right below Christmas. It’s the holiday that everyone loves to talk about. Whether you're complaining about it, or bragging about your plans, those two words, “Valentine’s Day” are coming out of your mouth.
I’ve always been a relationship kind of girl. There’s just something comforting about it to me. People often tell me how lucky I am that I’m in a relationship around this holiday but, hey, what about the rest of the year? I really don’t understand the need to only show your love on one day out of the year.
Am I excited for my boyfriend to show up at my doorstep with flowers on the 14th of February? Oh, 100 percent. But I would be just as happy if he did it on the 22nd, 23rd, or every other day of the year (hint, hint, wink, Colin -- I know you’re reading this).
Am I excited to go to that new restaurant down that street? You best believe I am. But guess what? That restaurant will still be there next week and the prices will no longer be three course Valentines’s Day specials. They will be back to their normal, three times lower prices. So why rush out and celebrate our love on a holiday created by Hallmark?
The media has taken over this holiday and forced people to have a positive or negative feeling on the day. If you're single you hate it, and if you’re in a relationship you love it. I just don’t get it. Love who you want to love when you want to. There's no need to feel bad if you don’t have a date on the 14th cause chances are you won’t have a date on the 12th or 13th, either.
Why do we only idealize or bash the idea of love on one day of the year? Valentine's Day is dumb. There -- I said it, it's dumb. But you best believe I'm buying into Hallmark and celebrating this dumb holiday.
So on Feb. 14th, call that Chinese place down the street and crack open the $4 bottle of wine. My pajamas are already on.
Really, though, you know my order -- so please call.
