I hate Valentine’s Day.
Not because I’m some old, bitter hag – no. I hate it because the day, itself, has absolutely nothing to do with real love at all.
Somewhere there is some high maintenance twenty-something girl who is expecting her man to come through with copious amounts of overpriced wares that either A)die in a week or B)end up collecting dust.
I hate it because men are forced through guilt to participate. I hate it because anything given on this day is not given with love or genuine affection – it’s because he “has to” or ends up in the dog house.
Is that love? Is it?
No. No it’s not.
So, ladies, think about that as you’re biatching and whining about this day and having nothing given to you on it. In the grand scheme of things, this doesn’t matter.
Love should be expressed every day and in every possible way.
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