Ah yes, Saint Valentine’s Day is upon us. The origin of this holiday, which has become little more than a fiscal shot in the arm for those companies in the greeting card, candy, and flower business, are vague and convoluted at best. All I know is that it is a polarizing holiday and that it enables couples to spend excessive money on each other so that they may make up for their romantic shortcomings for the past year; a veritable relationship baptismal if you will. The male will spend $40 to $120 on flowers, another $50 on dinner and drinks, plus whatever sappy drivel he manages to concocts the day or night before. The female gushes with jubilant glee, she is both happy that she was given something and relieved that she is with somebody- anybody on this most trivial of holidays. She lords over the single women at her workplace, which nervously wait out each hour of the 14th of February in hopes that they too might receive flowers and candy.
Me, jaded, no not me. Heck, I’m glad I won’t have to spend any money on a woman this year. Yes, it will be a fairly standard V-day for yours truly; you know, a sleeve of Oreos, a bag of Rold Golds, and a nice cheap bourbon to wash it all down.
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