Valentine’s Day. For what it’s worth, I’ve never been a fan. As I’ve described in previous posts, it’s an over-commercialized holiday that demeans romance, not exalts it. There’s nothing more romantic than a grocery store teddy bear and a dozen roses with baby’s breath, right? No? How about eating in a crowded over-priced restaurant alongside everyone else in town?
It’s even better when you’re single, of course. Happy Single’s Awareness Day, anyone? Gahhh.
For those who have kids, Valentine’s Day takes on a different meaning. Suddenly Valentine’s Day cards are being made and bought and glitter and glue are everywhere. Valentine’s candy is being passed out. Pictures are being taken. Nothing wrong with that, but . . .
But what is Valentine’s Day really? Is it worth getting worked up over? If you look at its history, Valentine’s Day origin is really pretty ugly. It started as a ancient holiday called “Lupercalia,” which was essentially a Roman fertility festival. It was only later that the holiday was adopted by the Christian church in an attempt to convert pagans, and much later that it developed into the over-commercialized guilt-tripping holiday we know today. Historians don’t even know who the real St. Valentine was. Really?
In this short video (click on the link below), History.com says Americans spend more than $20 billion on Valentine’s Day annually. More cards are sent than on any other holiday except Christmas. 220 million roses are produced for the holiday . . .
Wow. Just wow.
And maybe that’s why Jon and I are just keeping things low-key today. He’s not working; we’re together. What more do we need? If you’re going to celebrate Valentine’s Day, go ahead. But if it were me, I wouldn’t buy into the commercialization, and I wouldn’t stress over it you’re single. After all, as Jon reminded me yesterday (about something else), things only have power over us if we let them.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Everyone!