It's that time of year again as St. Valentine, the patron Saint of Hallmark, returns to remind us of our love bearing duties and and obligatory assimilation into the hive.
But, even good ole St.'Tine would flip his wig over the gluttony affixed to his namesake. It is the pit-bull of passion and the pitfall of logic. What other holiday can shake, break, or fake a relationship in one tender bitch slap? Why are we made to feel like dirt for not feasting in it's spoils? .
I, for one, don’t buy into the kookiness that proving your love to someone should be dictated by a calendar or an overzealous greeting card industry (and their sidekick, the corner florist).
Sure, it’s a viable industry when someone you know drops dead, gets married or creeps another year closer to death, but some chubby baby zipping around with a bow and arrow? Do we really need another excuse to fatten the wallets of the man? And, if you don’t think you’re getting ass-slammed by these petal pushers, think again.
Americans are expected to fork out 17 billion this year to prove that love, as it teeters on the brink of another recession. Hundreds of millions of roses whose worth will be pennies on the dollar tomorrow and over a billion Hershey kisses, to say something you should say or show by your actions every day. If you need to load up on pansy gifts and overpriced sweets to get that point across, then maybe you need to rethink your relationship.
I realize that I’m setting myself up to be the bad guy here. Perhaps you even take me for a cheapskate. Unfortunately, if this is the case, I’ve failed to prove my point and I’ll leave you with the following question… When was the last time you bought your partner flowers or candy for no reason?