My Valentine's Day rant...

Now that "the day" has finally arrived, I can sound off on just why I hate, despise, and utterly LOATHE this day.

It's as phony as a 3 dollar bill...that's why.

Long ago, some mastermind decided to concoct a day that they could market their wares to unsuspecting dolts out there, who would lavish their sweetie with tokens and "things".  Roses...chocolates...teddy bears...rings and other assorted diamond fineries.  Admittedly, whoever was the first on their block to conceive such a masterful ploy to reap a sick amount of profit from the lovelorn was indeed a genius in their own right.

But I hate it.  I hate all that it stands for.  I hate that this day is tantamount to little else than to shame any man that doesn't dote on his sweetheart on this ONE DAY above all else.  And it sickens me to the core.

Those who know me, know only too well by now that under the veneer of harshness and abrasiveness, lies a still beating heart of a true romantic soul.  Yes, far beneath the facade of abject callousness and anti-establishment, I'm a romantic at heart, and I'm filled to the brim with mushy goodness.

So why the huge hate-on for Valentine's Day, you ask?

Like I said, it's all so fucking phony.  I could do a quick survey about what Valentine's Day really means and where it really started, and it wouldn't surprise me in the least to see that out of 100 polled, if less than 5% knew the answer.  If that.  Fuck, if even 5% knew where it all began, I'd probably have a heart attack.

So many people have been brainwashed into this over-commercialised feeding frenzy we now know as Valentine's Day that it's all I can do not to thump someone out.  I'm serious.  I just can't wrap my head around how many people I know personally, and just at random that are so fuckin' obsessed with this day.  Women for the "things" they are about to receive, and the men for being stupid enough to pander to it all.  If I got in my car right now and went to any mall in the City, I'd likely see a throng of last minute shoppers quite comparable to the throngs of the same at Christmas time, all looking for that last (or first) gift for their special someone.  I'd be able to witness mass consumerism at its finest in all its glory as these dolts fight and scramble to snap up whatever is still left on the shelves.

And then I'd have to vomit liberally all over myself for being dumb enough to witness it.

Yep, this day is a bane of my existence.

The way I see it, and have long seen it...why would I wait to be TOLD what day I *should* be doting on my sweetie, when I have a full 365 days to choose from?  Why would I wait for ONE DAY to shower her with love and affection and the like?  What the fuck did I do with the other 364 days?  Nothing?

These marketers will always reap profits in disgusting numbers because, let's face it, there's more of "them" (the brainwashed masses) than there'll ever be of "us" (the enlightened masses).  It's just a sharp fact.  As long as men continue to feel shamed or guilted by either society or their mates for NOT pandering to this "holiest of days", there will always be profits to be had.

Well...you can bloody well have it then.  I want no part in it.

I feel no guilt or shame at all by electing to not celebrate this day by forgetting I have a fuckin' brain in my head.  I don't feel any shame or guilt in knowing that I don't need to be TOLD what day I *should* be doting on my sweetie.  I don't feel any shame or guilt in telling the marketers of this world that they can kiss every square inch of my ass today.  And if, by chance, I had shame or guilt aimed at me by my sweetie 'cause I didn't "play along"...then she wouldn't be my sweetie for much longer.

I make use of the other 364 days afforded me by the powers that be.  In all that time, I show her, and tell her how much she means to me "just because".  I don't have any pressing need or desire to be TOLD when I should be doing this, or to be "reminded" that this day above all others is the MOST IMPORTANT day to do it.  Fuck...you...all.  I have 364 days to play with, and make use of them.  I think that can afford me a free pass to avoid this day like the plague it is.

E-cards, and love letters is all anyone gets from me on THIS day.  No gifts.  No "things".  Just cards and/or love letters.  Nice and simple.  Come to think of it, the ONLY money I've spent on THIS day since as far back as I can remember, has been on ME.  The one I love most.  ME.  Yea, I said it...2004 I bought my first big screen TV as a gift to MYSELF for Valentine's day.  2008 and I went and did the same thing...a newer big screen TV as a gift to MYSELF on THIS day.  I really and honestly can't recall the last girlfriend that received any gift from me on THIS day.  Mind you, I also have an equally hard time recalling if I EVER received any gift from a girlfriend on THIS day.  I don't think I ever have...

The only one in benefit of any gifts or "things" today will be me.  I like it that way.  I dote on my sweetie all year and I think if I take one day to shower myself with goodies, it shouldn't be considered a foul.  Sadly, there's an awful lot of women out there that would get their knickers in a twist if any man was as brazen as I...spending money on himself today and not her.  The nerve!

There's also an awful lot of women out there that criticize me on THIS day for not gifting my baby...and I tell them all to go to Hell.  If you're enjoying being with a man who feels enough guilt or shame to "play along" on THIS day, just to fuckin' validate YOU...you can have it, and him.  You're both wastes in my eyes.  Yea, I said that too.  I get the feeling behind it, I really do...but this pissing contest never really did anything for me anyways, and though I know and appreciate that these brainless consumerists feel the "need" to be showed all this on ONE day...I still can't wrap my head around it.  It's the ONE day that men get to make up for an entire year of fuckups...and also the ONE day that women almost universally seem to forget ALL the other things he did for you that year but didn't do this ONE day.

Such a pity.

Much like Christmas, Valentine's Day will only have a modest appeal to me when I have kids of my own some day.  It seems important to them, so therefore it'll be important to me too.  But under it all, I'll still be biting my tongue that this over-commercialized feeding frenzy is still being perpetuated.

Rant off.