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bktheirregularThe new "New Yorker" came in, with what I'm sure they thought was a poignant cover, of a soldier in the trenches, guns all around, jets streaking overhead, and the only spot of color in the drab brown landscape was the Valentine's card in his hand.
It's supposed to evoke a lot of feelings, I know. Well, it certainly evoked one for me:
I hate Valentine's Day.
I frelling hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate that holiday.
I think it was a bad idea when it was founded, way back when, and I think that the commercialism that has sprung up over the years makes it a thousand times worse. Everywhere you go, you see signs saying, "guys! If you love your sweethearts, you must buy them lavish gifts!" "Have you told your lady love you love her? Preferably by spending lots of money on her?" "Hey! Give us your money and show your special lady that she's special!"
The message between the lines: if you're not in that category of people with a special someone, you don't exist.
Between Groundhog Day and Valentine's Day, I know the feeling of being a forgotten minority. And there isn't even a National Association for the Advancement of Depressed Single Guys to complain to. I mean it's bad enough to have the holiday in the first place, but do they have to be so in-yo-face about it?
Did I mention that I hate Valentine's Day?
Close entry.
It's supposed to evoke a lot of feelings, I know. Well, it certainly evoked one for me:
I hate Valentine's Day.
I frelling hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate that holiday.
I think it was a bad idea when it was founded, way back when, and I think that the commercialism that has sprung up over the years makes it a thousand times worse. Everywhere you go, you see signs saying, "guys! If you love your sweethearts, you must buy them lavish gifts!" "Have you told your lady love you love her? Preferably by spending lots of money on her?" "Hey! Give us your money and show your special lady that she's special!"
The message between the lines: if you're not in that category of people with a special someone, you don't exist.
Between Groundhog Day and Valentine's Day, I know the feeling of being a forgotten minority. And there isn't even a National Association for the Advancement of Depressed Single Guys to complain to. I mean it's bad enough to have the holiday in the first place, but do they have to be so in-yo-face about it?
Did I mention that I hate Valentine's Day?
Close entry.
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Re: I'm down with it.
Date: 2003-02-05 01:48 pm (UTC)That's not a motto. That's a plea for Prozac. *pats for BK*
I love Lizbet's suggestion < g > but something a tad more positive might be in order. Reclaim the damned holiday.
"It's about the chocolate."
Well, it is for me, anyway. Much as I get frelling sick of the 'buy your honey something really expensive/why doesn't a guy think *you're* worth 50 grand?' state of mind, for me, V-day is about the chocolate. 'Cause my dad always made Valentine's Day messages out of M&M's for me and my sister. No matter what other Valentines I did or didn't get, I'd get that. Plus a really pretty valentine from my mom.
Total support of the Bylaws, by the way. Now for support measures:
#3: It is recommended that the Members watch "War of the Roses", "Diabolique", "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf", and "Women on the Verge of Nervous Breakdown" for movies that make you *glad* you're single. Is best done in the company of good friends, for drinking-game/MST3K'ing of flicks. Alternatively, any MST3K-athon where there is a 50's romance to be mocked is also a good idea.
Remember to bring chocolate.