Valentine’s Day is approaching. A global hallmark holiday, incited by corporations to drive couples to consume. And for what? It”s a “special day” for many.
Sure it is. Some random fucking day during the year where you’re told to do something special for your special someone by the status quo. Feel guilty if you do nothing for your special someone on Valentine’s Day, they say. The least you could do is buy your special someone flowers, they say.
They say a lot. And they say it to retain their influence.
Here’s my take on doing something special for your special someone: if you need a holiday to do it, you don’t fucking care that much. You’re just carried away by the crowd. Truly special someones will have their special days and they won’t coincide with some public fucking holiday meant to coerce you to spend your money on them.
You and your special someone will have your special days and you’ll celebrate them specially with zero regard to how or when others celebrate theirs.
Here’s my even more radical take: if you truly love your special someone, you’ll love and celebrate them every day. You’ll have your own language, your own idiosyncrasies, your own way of expressing yourselves to one another. And your celebrations will take any myriad of forms of expressing that love, but you’ll constantly be doing it.
“But nonsense, if every day is special, then no day is special.” This is a cop out. This a weak argument against a radical expression of love and appreciation for your special someone. If your special someone matters to you, you need no singular special days to celebrate them.
You certainly don’t need a fucking hallmark holiday.
Do better. Be better. Celebrate your special someone regularly. And completely disregard holidays that ultimately seek to trivialize that celebration.
Fuck Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is for the conformist. Valentine’s Day is for the weak.
