The best time to see V-Day for what it really is, is the day after. There is a clawing emptiness on the 15th of the second month of any year that talks volumes of love; a mark of how much we are slaves of this commercial expression of the most primitive emotion.
All the red heart-shaped balloons are deflated and the pinkness has faded to nothingness.
One day in a year to mark expression of love. 364 days of yearning. I, for one haven’t been the one to buy over-priced flowers on the day before or buy chocolate in wrapping that is heavier than the chocolate.
When expressed, love happens. When expressed on the 14th of the second month, it takes on a dimension of crassness. V-Day was reinvented by greeting card companies to make those out of love, feel worse. I mean it. Show me a card on an Archies or a Hallmark shelf that I can send to a person not in/out of love.
Gotcha!
Love is above celebration days. “Days” are for those that need to be reminded of love, or of things that they don't really care about. Don’t give partisan politics a chance to disrupt one special day in a year. Make every day special, a day of love. The saints didn’t spread their love just one day a year. Buy the roses on some other day - when you feel Valentinsh. Buy chocolates on a warm sweaty day in May.
Wishing you a happy 15th February!
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