Apparently, nothing says “I love you” like commemorating a Christian martyr who was executed because he refused to convert to Roman paganism. Let’s face it, whether you think the legend of Saint Valentine is romantic or not (and it definitely isn’t) Valentine’s Day is simply another commercialised celebration whereby the nation is tricked into buying flowers, chocolates, and other clichéd gifts, not to prove their love to their partner, but rather to benefit large companies. Valentine’s Day is basically Christmas, Halloween, Easter, and Thanksgiving with a hint of Guy Fawkes Night, all shoved into a heart-shaped box and wrapped-up with a big red bow.
If you truly love someone, why do you have to wait for a designated day to show it? If you’re the kind of person who thinks a romantic gesture is buying some thoughtless, last-minute gift such as a bunch of flowers or a pissy card one day a year, then you have a lot to learn about passion and devotion. Not that extravagant gifts or indeed, even money has any place in the realm of relationships. You shouldn’t have to shower someone with goods to prove your love, that in itself is a contrived and corny idea, but to do so because the calendar and the TV tell you to, is such a robotic, impassive, and hokey concept that I’m surprised so many people still do it.
Very similar to Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, apparently you can ignore someone and even treat someone like crap for 364 days a year and then whip out some roses on February 14th and magically everything is fixed. Going from loathsome to Lothario with the power of a credit card. How fucking romantic.
Roses Are Red, Violet’s Are Blue, I’ve Just Been To The Corner Shop, To Buy This Meaningless Crap For You.