A quick note, because I didn’t feel that I could let the day go by without joining the masses and digitally registering my opinion on that most auspicious holiday that is St. Valentine’s Day.
Some take today to celebrate their significant other. A day of chocolates and flowers and cupid and cards. Today is also known as Singles Awareness Day (also-also known as SAD), and most use it as an excuse to be wallow in their “SADness.” Then there is the faction known for getting down right militant, declaiming Valentine’s Day as a product of crass commercialism, something which they above (*Stick proboscis and posterior high in the atmosphere and walk away muttering.*) . And lastly, this year I have seen for the first time a growing number of posts dedicated entirely to the martyr St. Valentine and honoring his sacrifice.
Personally, I take none of the above perspectives, nor do have a problem with any of them. Heaven knows I have my days to be mushy (rarely), mopey (too often), cynical (frequently), and historical (occasionally). However, on Valentine’s Day, I take a different tack. I celebrate love. All loves. I usually have several valentines, if they will have me, and I enjoy just telling people how much I love them. An all inclusive, let’s actually try to have fun on a holiday sort of thing.
But perhaps the best part of Valentine’s Day? The fact that the one day out of the entire year that is supposedly completely devoted to love, causes more bitter arguments than all the other holidays combined. Now if that’s not ironic, I don’t know what is.
“Here’s to love, in all of its infinite varieties.” -Grey Gardens-