I suppose it would be quite cliche’ to talk about VD today. (and by VD, I mean Valentine’s Day) I would be remiss if I didn’t at least mention it.
This is the first time I am actually celebrating VD. I have reservations at a very snazzy place for dinner, flowers ordered, and yet somehow, I still have to wonder if I’m not being duped by highly effective marketing.
As I recall, Valentine’s Day actually commemorates a massacre. Not exactly romantic. I do find it amusing and mildly ironic that a massacre day has been linked up with love. However, it’s the genius marketing of the Hallmark Corporation that has caused this day to be what it is.
And what it is, is a big pile of commercialized dung, figuratively speaking. I’m not saying we shouldn’t enjoy time with our significant other… just that love should never have been made a function of $$$. If you spend a lot on VD, you’re a good partner. If you don’t, your’e a cheapskate, non-romantic kerr. It’s really the ultimate marketing strategy.
It doesn’t focus on the actual buyer. The buyer and the influencer are two different people. Guys know if they don’t “do the right thing” it’s going to be a cold and lonely next few weeks. Guys could care less about the frilly, flower-laced crap that Hallmark tries to market, but it’s not up to them. The girls have bought into the concept, hook, line and sinker.
And since girls are highly competitive and jealous of each other, you’d BETTER NOT let your girlfriend feel like her girlfriends got treated better on VD.
But, that’s the cynical part of me talking. On the other hand, I’m happy to do things for, and buy things for my girlfriend any day. Not just on VD. In fact, if it wasn’t so embedded in American culture, I’d probably do it every day except VD just to be contrary.
But I can’t. Hallmark, the true evil empire, has successfully hijacked the day.
I give you VD Poetry:
Roses are red
The Steelers are winners
Jenna is getting
A really nice dinner
I may hate VD
As much as loud barking
But I still celebrate
By valet parking