Ah, Valentine’s Day… The big let-down:
“It’s so commercial!”
“It’s sexist!!”
“Happy couples make me sick!!!”
Fuck you all.
I do not share your cynicism of Valentine’s Day...
I've always loved it, stupid red hearts and all. Maybe it’s just me that the retail gods cater to – don’t know, don’t care. What I do know is that I can’t seem to get enough of the mushy sentimentality, cherry cordials and random “humpings.” Call me a “hopeless romantic” if you like, I take it as a compliment.
Sure, if you’re alone – in whatever capacity and for whatever reason – VD can be about as fun as slamming your wobbly bits in a drawer over and over and over and over again.
I get that. I’ve been there. I understand disappointment. Trust me – I’ve sifted through enough idiotic, self absorbed, shallow, over-grown, pseudo intellectual, “why doesn’t the world revolve around me” women than I’m comfortable admitting. So much so, that just before meeting my perfect somebody, I had come to the conclusion that anything I could get from a woman I could just as easily get from a bottle of hand cream.
Yeah, that's right -- fuck you Candace Bushnell -- a good woman is just as hard to find.
(Oops! There I go ranting again...)
So. My advice? Don’t set yourself up for failure by “expecting” anything from your (insert comfortable euphemism here) – That’s as stupid as it is selfish and you will – more than likely – be disappointed. Set the bar a little lower and let yourself be pleasantly surprised. After all, Valentine’s Day is just supposed to be an excuse to take things up a notch.
Nothing more.
(please keep your corporate conspiracy theories to yourself)
Go out there and kick some ass… have fun. Be silly. If you're single -- take this as an opportunity to do something completely stupid and spontaneous because the bottom line kiddies, is this: the whole “Romance thing” goes both ways. That is, what you get out of a relationship is directly proportionate to what you put into it.
Always and without exception.
Happy freakin’ Valentine’s Day!!!
“It’s so commercial!”
“It’s sexist!!”
“Happy couples make me sick!!!”
Fuck you all.
I do not share your cynicism of Valentine’s Day...
I've always loved it, stupid red hearts and all. Maybe it’s just me that the retail gods cater to – don’t know, don’t care. What I do know is that I can’t seem to get enough of the mushy sentimentality, cherry cordials and random “humpings.” Call me a “hopeless romantic” if you like, I take it as a compliment.
Sure, if you’re alone – in whatever capacity and for whatever reason – VD can be about as fun as slamming your wobbly bits in a drawer over and over and over and over again.
I get that. I’ve been there. I understand disappointment. Trust me – I’ve sifted through enough idiotic, self absorbed, shallow, over-grown, pseudo intellectual, “why doesn’t the world revolve around me” women than I’m comfortable admitting. So much so, that just before meeting my perfect somebody, I had come to the conclusion that anything I could get from a woman I could just as easily get from a bottle of hand cream.
Yeah, that's right -- fuck you Candace Bushnell -- a good woman is just as hard to find.
(Oops! There I go ranting again...)
So. My advice? Don’t set yourself up for failure by “expecting” anything from your (insert comfortable euphemism here) – That’s as stupid as it is selfish and you will – more than likely – be disappointed. Set the bar a little lower and let yourself be pleasantly surprised. After all, Valentine’s Day is just supposed to be an excuse to take things up a notch.
Nothing more.
(please keep your corporate conspiracy theories to yourself)
Go out there and kick some ass… have fun. Be silly. If you're single -- take this as an opportunity to do something completely stupid and spontaneous because the bottom line kiddies, is this: the whole “Romance thing” goes both ways. That is, what you get out of a relationship is directly proportionate to what you put into it.
Always and without exception.
Happy freakin’ Valentine’s Day!!!
