My blogroll is populated with Scrooges who are publishing endless (and endlessly boring) posts about why Valentine’s Day is bad and should not be celebrated.
I think this is simply stupid. I love this holiday. I love all holidays and even remotely festive occasions. I celebrated Valentine’s Day when I was single just as well as I celebrate it when I’m not. Who cares what other people make it about, what the marketing companies want it to be about, what it was like 100 years ago, or anything of the kind? A holiday is what one makes of it.
I especially detest those passive-aggressive losers who are too chicken to tell their partner, “I don’t like you and don’t find you valuable” and who instead say, “I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day on ideological grounds, so don’t expect a gift.”
And the idiots who say crap like, “We love each other every day, so what’s the need to have a special day to celebrate it?” should first apply this line of reasoning to their own Birthdays. I mean, if you are alive every day, then what’s the point of celebrating your life once a year? If we follow this inane logic, there is no reason to celebrate anything ever.
Graduation? Well, shouldn’t the process of acquiring knowledge be more important than the day you get an empty diploma cover?
New Year’s? Why should an arbitrary number be celebrated as if it meant anything special?
Wedding anniversary? Marriage is hard work, so why celebrate the day when you accepted yet another job that will not even be remunerated?
Christmas? That’s all commercial anyways, and besides, Jesus wasn’t even born on that day. He was never born at all, and that is a great reason to deny oneself a chance to have a good time. Let’s punish Jesus for never getting born and have a crappy time instead of enjoying ourselves!
Happy Valentine’s Day, folks! Let’s celebrate the people and the things we love today. If there is nothing else to celebrate, I suggest we celebrate our love for this blog. 🙂
P.S. We will be celebrating Valentine’s Day by going to the theater to see Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility and then to a Peruvian restaurant. That will happen on Saturday because N. has an important presentation tomorrow, so he’s preparing. I will tell you all about the play and the food, of course.