It’s logistically impossible to have a conversation about Valentine’s Day without having to address one, ubiquitous question:
Ummm… what about the single people?
People joke that February 14 should really be called ‘Singles Awareness Day,’ and there’s no shortage of memes, statuses, and articles lamenting the stupidity of a day where you make the person you love feel special.
It’s commercialised, it’s materialistic, it’s historically bizarre, and god, if you love someone you should tell them every day – you shouldn’t need a holiday to remind you!
Well you know what I say to that?
Stop. Give me this one goddamn day.
For eight years I've been with my partner, and for eight years we've done something FRIGGIN' CUTE for Valentine's Day. This year he's overseas, but he sent me a gushy, romantic message about LOVE and FEELINGS.
My twin sister, who's single, obviously hates it. Every year she goes on and on about how the huge displays of love happening all around her make her feel lonely, and as though she's missing something.
I understand that. Especially for women, we're exposed to a very clear narrative when it comes to love. Movies and books and songs and TV shows make it seem as though you're not complete until you "find someone," and as though life is fundamentally less interesting and less valid if you don't have someone to share it with.