Today is a day of love. Today is a a day of chocolate, flowers, cheesy cards, general camaraderie, and, above all, bad music.
Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays, for all aforementioned reasons. And yet, there are people out there who are just ruining it for me. Downers, you could say. Naysayers. Malcontents. What you will, these people are the ones who are stomping around today, arms crossed, glaring at happy people, occasionally muttering under their breath "damn commercialized day of unprotected lust". I want these people to stop.
Is Valentine's Day commercialized? Of course. Should happy couples lavish affection upon one another every day, and not just on February 14th? Duh. Is a tacky pink bear clutching a lumpy heart declaring "I Luv U" proof of undying love? I sincerely hope not. But under the tackiness, and under the sickly sweet vanilla candles, Valentine's Day is a sweet sentiment.
Men: nobody's out there demanding that her boyfriend get her a diamond necklace today (well, she might, but in that case, dump her. Please, please dump her). We're not expecting you to spend a lot of money. It's really not as much pressure as you'd think. And women: it doesn't matter if you're single. Stop whining about being alone today of all days. I see you in Starbucks, dabbing at your eyes and tearing into that chocolate cupcake. I see that romance novel you're reading (by the way, what is that on the cover? does that woman really think that that constitutes a shirt?). You look ridiculous in those black sweatpants and that ugly brown sweater thing. And please, stop glaring at me. For God's sake, I don't even have a date. I'm justi innocently sitting in Starbucks reading Graham Greene and sipping my skinny vanilla latte. Just because I'm wearing a red shirt and pink heart earrings doesn't mean I'm about to come over to you and start talking about my boyfriend, Brad, and the rose petals I've strewn across our bed in (giggle) preparation.
On the opposite end of the spectrum from the downers are the gigglers. Oh, God, the gigglers. The Brads who do spread rose petals across the bed in preparation. Here. Let me give you a list of what exactly the gigglers do.
Emma's List of the Most Annoying Things Couples Do on Valentine's Day, in No Particular Order:
- PDA. PDA is never okay. It's disgusting, and rude, and awkward, and gross. Teeny-boppers, pressed up against one another in the corner of the movie theater (by the way, guys, Valentine's Day was the best movie ever. I cried. I highly recommend it. But I digress): you're, what, thirteen? Fourteen? You shouldn't be doing... that, let alone in public. It's not sexy or mature. It makes me gag.
- Stuffed bears. What in the world are you supposed to do with a dang stuffed bear? Put it on your mantel and admire a $5 red bear from CVS? Chat with it about your innermost feelings and angst? If you decide that you have to go the stuffed animal route (and I really, really advise against it) at least go for a hippo, or a dodo, or something cool.
- Bad cards. I'm all for cheesy, but to a degree. Schmaltz is one of those things you just have to go for; like blogging, you have to go big or go home. Lacy-looking cards that say "My shoulder to cry on, my constant support: I love you for being there for me" are gross. I want giant hot pink hearts, and I want an ode, and I want the phrase "my passion for you burns with the red hot intensity of a thousand suns" (source: Fairly Odd Parents). Handmade cards are the best, and original odes are the best. Don't worry. I won't judge if you can't find a good rhyme for "thousand suns". If "astounded nuns" is the best you can do, it works for me.
- Kinda goes under the PDA category, but couples sitting at the same side of the table. It messes up the feng shui of the room, and the qi (alternatively spelled "chi", but I go with "qi" -- great Scrabble word, by the way) flow is all screwed up. Also, you don't have to cuddle while eating. You really shouldn't be cuddling while eating. Even at Starbucks, I don't want you to be sitting at the same table. You look ridiculous.
- Also under the PDA category, but sharing chairs. I'm so sick of these hooligans, snuggling in the comfy, squishy chairs in Starbucks. I love those chairs. But when you're all making out and sprawled all over each other, I'm not about to go sit down across from you. Also, adolescent girls: stop dragging five or six of the squishy chairs together, before forgoing them and sitting on each other's laps. Firstly, you don't need to sit on each other's laps; there are plenty of chairs. And secondly, you're hogging the comfy chairs, and Lil' Granny's knees are sore.
If you have any other Valentine's pet peeves, let me know and I'll add them to the list.
Happy Valentine's day. :)