Really, if my boyfriend bought me something for it – I’d think he was covering up a fuck up
But does anyone really know what St. Valentine was really about ? I certainly didn’t, until I read some posts about it.
It boils down to the real Valentine either being a 13th century priest who was beheaded on Feb. 14th for still marrying soldiers or a doctor who cured patients by giving them roses.
That, and in the 14th Century it became a day for couples to declare their love.
This is just another Pagan holiday that was commercialised ( Christmas, Halloween, St. Valentine’s day ) – Lupercalia, as the middle of February was associated with fertility.
I however doubt it was associated – especially not in the Catholic version – with scented strings and other lingerie.
And it fits straight in the ally of media who tell women they have to be sexy all the time to be appreciated, just as they have to receive something on Feb. 14th to be appreciated. Doesn’t matter whether your loved one shows you love all year round, it becomes null and void if he misses this day. And it doesn’t matter whether someone is an all around asshole all year – Valentine’s Day gifts make everything better. Because they’re a TRUE sign of affection.
The media are brainwashing people into thinking if they aren’t happy today, kind and loving, something is wrong with them. Women SHOULD expect something. Wrong. The only thing you can expect from expectations like these is your brain will slowly start rotting away because it’s blinded by foolish ideas – but that’s probably the goal, because the sponge you’ll grow instead will allow you to suck up all this marketing so much more easily.
And no, I’m not bitter, jaded or heartbroken. Why would I ? My boyfriend spent his night yesterday making chocolate cookies I love so much. And every day, I tell him how good the dinner was he cooked ( or when I cook, he tells me it’s good ). Because everyone needs a little appreciation all year round, not a card with “thank you for everything, now please resume”.
Granted, love’s not easy in my family. It’s enough to turn anyone to a monastery.
But I’m doing great, all year round. That’s why I don’t need Valentine’s Day 
And if you seek something to do for today, read ScathedObsidian’s entry about V-Day. V-Day stands for Vagina Day, and is brought to you by Eve Esler, author of The Vagina Monologues ( Yes, I blatantly stole all his links ). And it is a movement against violence against women, against rape, genital mutilation, battery, domestic violence.
That’s something to stand for.
