Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers, for flowers. For dates, for kisses, and for chocolate. But also for clichéd moments and for major corporations.
We women are always made to feel as though we should expect something on that “special” day: roses and chocolates, wining and dining, and heartfelt declarations of love. Thousands will propose, thousands will get married, and thousands of children will be conceived.
At the same time, however, thousands of women (and probably some men, as well) will feel alone, unloved, or let down. Many will have a girls’ night with rom-coms and ice cream and booze. Some will even suffer the horribleness of a breakup on what is supposed to be the most love-filled day.
In case you couldn’t tell, I am not at all a fan of Valentine’s Day. There is absolutely nothing about it that I like.
Now, before you ask, no, it’s not because I’m single. I’m not. And it’s not because I’ve never had a boyfriend who tries to romance me and gives me roses and chocolates. I have. And it’s not because I haven’t had the romantic dinner and hotel room all done up. I have.
And still, I’m not a fan.