If you’re in love, you are obligated to pretend it’s the best day ever … things will finally be perfect! You must make them perfect. You plan the perfect dinner, the hottest night. And it always is, isn’t it? Everything’s always perfect on Valentine’s Day. It’s like Christmas, only closer to spring.
You buy the sweatshop flowers, the child-harvested chocolate and all its subsequent enslaved animal products, the kill-the-earth diamonds (they’re forever) and gold. Lots of gold.
If you’re not in love, you try not to gag and spew. And on February 15th you breathe a sign of relief. The hallmark holiday is finally over. Until next year.
