It is another Valentine’s Day. We have a man with cognitive issues in the White House. Canada’s “frog p*ssy” (Slapshot reference, btw) is threatening to deploy/use emergency powers against the Trucker Convoy. I just enjoyed a warm day.
I did want to pitch a strange idea at you: Why don’t we tell the consumer companies that are the most invested in “Valentine’s Day” to knock off this bunk? Why don’t we just stop this crap? (H/T to Audre Myers).
I did want you folks to substitute the made up push to buy crap or receive it with something productive: Calling someone with meaningful words. Or visiting someone that you give a crap about, give them meaningful words?
I was blessed to dodge many girlfriends pangs for impossible validation (through ponying up to DeBeers, FTD, Hallmark, or you name what ever cesspool corporate dimwits). I generally just tried to be a halfway human person on that day.
I don’t do it now, either. I give a hug, text, or call. (A kiss in selected instances). I make it known that I don’t want anything. (Then again, I don’t want anything on my birthday).
I also make it known off the bat that I don’t do Valentine’s Day. It was stupid years ago. Still pretty dumb today. It is even sadder that there is such an imbalance after a certain age range that “Galentine’s” is a thing to do to make certain subsections feel better about their inability to “hoo doo” validating gifts out of someone else. (No OnlyFans doesn’t count. But that does give a stupid idea…).
I am happy to just give a call or a physical word to others. I look forward to taking a walk at the end of the day that beats the chotchkes and other things hands down.
(I did want to laugh about that I never got the chance to bemoan my inability to receive diamond cufflinks that I will never use. Or a fragrance that doesn’t work with my body chemistry).
This date, 1929: St Valentine’s Day Massacre in Chicago, 7 gangsters killed, allegedly on Al Capone’s orders