I was really hoping to come up with a good, deep reflection that was appropriate for this day. I tried hard, devoting all my shower times and driving times to thinking about it. But, I got nothing. My thoughts for this day couldn’t get past the mundane and trite. I could have whipped out a nice anti-Valentine’s-Day piece (like this good one at Fringeblog) and unleashed the full fury of my angst, but you know what? That’s too easy. And that really is my conclusion about Valentine’s Day: it’s too big of a target. Saying something right about Valentine’s Day, either yea or nay, is like hitting the broadside of a barn with a shotgun at 10 paces.
What I find remarkable about Valentine’s Day is that it still exists. I’ve only ever heard people knock it. I’ve never heard anybody defending it. Why do we even take note of it? Who seriously celebrates it? Sure, a lot of people go through the ritual of buying cards, going out to dinner, doing. . .other things, but they all know they’re being subtly coerced by Hallmark to do it. So, what’s the big deal? Besides, it leads to the senseless slaughter of millions of roses. Ah, see? It’s too easy to knock it. I’m not even trying, and it happens.
Valentine’s Day is a celebration of love, romance, and the hope that one day, some day, even I might be able to enjoy it. Let’s just leave it at that.