It’s Valentine’s Day, and if I could channel Louis Black for a moment, all I have to say is…
FUCK Valentine’s Day.
I forgot to wear my traditional all-black outfit today, mainly because most of it is in the laundry, but the spirit is still there. Valentine’s Day is a bogus holiday, dropped on the calendar by the greeting card companies and FTD so they can move more product between Christmas and Mother’s Day. It’s designed to make people in love spend money on each other, and make lonely people (like me) jealous and unhappy.
Well nuts to that action. I’ve been lonely for 25 years, and I’ll probably be lonely for another 25, if my luck runs true to form, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to feel miserable today just because I don’t have someone to buy flowers or chocolates or stupid little kissing bears for. And anyway, if you really, truly love someone, why would you need a silly, contrived, commercial holiday like Valentine’s Day to prove it? To hell with the whole thing.