… sucks.
Dumbest. Holiday. Ever. (Yes, I’m using the word “holiday” liberally.)
On one specific day, everyone has to go to CVS or Eckert or wherever and buy a heart of chocolates to show that you care for a very special woman or 3 (mothers, grandmothers, that sort of thing). What a crock of shit. If you really cared for someone you wouldn’t need to buy fucking chocolates on one day of the year; you could be doing that or OTHER things during the other 364 days. Why wait for one arbitrary day to be romantic or show appreciation for your significant other? If it’s because you need to be marketed to in order to remind you to be nice to someone then you must’ve been a fucking douchebag to being with.
The only exception to this is if February 14th is some kind of special anniversary or something unrelated to the Valentine’s Day stereotype (the best thing I can think of is a birthday.) In that case it’s ok, since the celebration of the event just-so-happens to fall on the same day as this fake holiday, excessive purchases and what-have-you are kinda expected, since you’d still have to do all that stuff even if that special day was a week or a month later.
But my point remains… “Let’s do something special for Valentine’s Day”… why? Because the Hallmark store said so? Bullshit. Hey, why not do something special on March 14? It’s pi day! We can celebrate 3.14 by drawing a whole lot of circles! I can buy you a compass (Wal Mart is having a pi day sale on them! Isn’t that convienent?!) so we can go on a circle-drawing FRENZY!
Pi day? I had almost forgotten about Pi day, but now my high school math is coming back.
We need to figure out the appropriate beer to drink on Pi day and have a party.