Last year, the day after V-Day, I emailed a "rant" to a friend of mine, detailing all the sucky things about the holiday. Here it is, so I don't have to rewrite it....
2001-2-15 : Personally, I hate the holiday. I don't celebrate it, don't like it. I call it V-Day, because it sounds like D-Day, which has all kinds of appropriately bad connotations. *grin* Last night I got together with my girlfriends and had our traditional anti-v-day-no-boys-allowed party. Except my male cat was allowed, because he's not "really" a boy anymore.. (:
I don't like the commercialism and the media. The whole stupid holiday is about men feeling obligated to do stuff for women, which is very one-sided anyway. From a female perspective, it makes me angry that I am made to feel inadequate if I *don't* have somebody madly in love with me, if I *don't* have "somebody special". I hate those "show her you care" lines in the billions of commercials, which just drills into your head that somebody is supposed to care about you, and that furthermore if you don't receive a bunch of flowers or chocolates that nobody does. Why should I base my self esteem on cards, hearts, or roses?
There are those who argue that I feel this way because I never get anything. Not true!! Fact is, 3 different people were moved to send me stuff this year, despite the fact that I tried to duck out of the whole entire holiday. (Or maybe because of that fact?) Sheesh. I mean, it's wonderfully kind and sweet of them to think of me, and thoughtful, but why must they on this stupid hallmark day? Why not do it when it means more, like I'm sad, or I've done something really great, or just because they thought of me one day and smiled a little more than they might have otherwise and wanted me to know!???
Excuse the ranting. I seem to have grown bitter in my old age.... (: This has come on gradually, but I have never liked the day. Even when I *was* with somebody who loved me very much, V-days were just never that great - it was like the World made it into such a big deal that nobody could ever live up to it, and I gradually realized that the best thing to do would be to ignore the day, and concentrate on making each other feel special the other 364.25 days a year.
Okay, I'm really done ranting this time. *laugh* And I agree with what you said, the male perspective, that it oughta go both ways. V-Day definitely seems to be all about girls, but there oughta be a boys day too, other than fathers day which doesn't count because not all boys are fathers. Or better yet, people could just show each other they care all the time, and not worry about calendars. (Easier said than done, of course: people get busy, they forget, they want to make you feel special but then life intervenes, as my friend B pointed out to me when I was ranting at him yesterday. This was his argument for v-day not being such a bad thing. A tool to help you remember to do the stuff you want to do but sometimes forget.) I'm not convinced, but I see his point.)
Quite the rant, eh? So back to the present....how about this year, what am I doing? Well, believe it or not, I'm going out with a boy. I thought about it, and I realized that I hardly ever spend time with the two girls I got together with last year. We email and talk occasionally, but almost never manage to actually go out. I don't honestly feel like they care about me very much these days. I mean, they still like me, we have fun when we do get together, but....we've drifted apart, I guess, are busy with our own lives, and they just don't show a whole lot of interest in spending time with me any longer.
I was thinking about this, thinking about the people who do act as though they care about me, who do spend time with me, and I realized that the main one these days is a boy. So why would I ditch him on V-Day in order to spend time with girls who don't care about me as much? That would be silly.
I've told him about how much I hate V-Day, how depressing I generally find it, and he wants to try to help change that. Or at least make this year a nice one. I'm willing to let him try, and honestly I enjoy spending time with him any day, so why not the 14th? I'm sure we'll have a nice evening, one way or another, whatever we end up doing.
hmm, maybe I'm growing a tiny bit less bitter. Although whenever I see store displays full of red hearts (which are everywhere right now!), I still get pissed off. So maybe not. Hard to say.