Today was Valentine’s Day. I’ve been a long-time resistor. Might seem odd since I’ve had a boyfriend for most of my life. But commercialism ruins it, just like it ruins Christmas. It seems Valentine’s Day is a commercial exploitation of love to make couples spend a bunch of money and to get single people to feel bad about themselves. They know how to market Valentine’s Day to single people, too. You can buy yourself chocolates to cheer yourself up. Or you can throw and anti-Valentines Day party. Or you can do what I do and not spend any extra money on February 14. Take that, Hallmark.
Required romance is not romance at all. I don’t want to get flowers because he’d be in the doghouse if he didn’t send me flowers. So I get flowers at random for no reason. Not very often, because they’re just generally a waste of money. But spontaneity is romantic. Valentine’s Day is not. I rest my case.