I’ve certainly been on both sides of the Valentine’s debate from year to year. I know how it feels to walk into a supermarket in search of a humble sandwich and instead, to stagger inadvertently down the dreaded Valentine’s aisle. The chocolate covered hearts and beribboned teddy bears left me feeling annoyed and pressurised. Why should I have to suffer this assault on my senses in the middle of Sainsbury’s?
For the average sentimental singleton it’s a day to be dreaded, and I can say with confidence that I understand why. The two remaining single girls in my house share have already made plans for a ‘girl date’, culminating in a cocktail filled night out, so that they don’t have to (and I quote) “sit at home feeling sorry for themselves”. But why does this day have to be such a negative occasion for those who aren’t currently dating?
Overall, I think not. The problem with Valentine’s Day is that it has lost its original loveliness. A day to celebrate the person you love makes as much sense as having a day to honour your Mother or your Father. It is at its heart a charming occasion, and exchanging tokens of love is a fitting way to celebrate. It all just needs to be taken as less of a personal insult.
I’m a teensy bit jealous I can’t go to any of the club nights I’ve seen advertised, but you can’t have it all. Ultimately, I would warn single people everywhere that you might find it a little hard to justify a romantic extravaganza with your new partner next year if you spend February 14th 2014 telling everyone how much you loathe the holiday for all its commercial bullshit.