Trust me, there’s nothing I love more the camaraderie that comes with mutual hatred of something online—i.e. literally everyone on Twitter recognizing the trash that is Green Book or bullying of Bradley Cooper because he chooses to look like the most average man in the world when he could look like Jackson Maine. Despite all of this, I’m afraid I cannot genuinely partake in Valentine’s Day slander.
Maybe it’s because I never fully understood it—do people think it’s to only be celebrated with a partner? I grew up getting small gifts from my mom—whether it be my favorite flowers paired with a Tiger Beat magazine that would tell me which Jonas brother is my soulmate (Nick) and what Hilary Duff character would be my real life bff (Holly from The Perfect Man because she, too, can’t mind her own business) or taking me to see whatever rom-com was in theaters that most likely starred Kate Hudson playing the same character with an overwhelming sense of Leo energy.
As an adult, I’ve grown to use it as an excuse to do whatever I want while wearing the cutest outfit I can find in my closet. I usually spend my time doing all the things I like to do and that make me feel good about myself—get my nails done, go see a movie (last year: hate-watching Fifty Shades Freed, this year: re-watch A Star Is Born), and pick up flowers. If you are a V-Day hater, pull out all your #selfcare go-tos and spoil yourself! Buy the book you always gravitate towards at the bookstore (even if it may end up being another TBR on your shelf), get a cute face mask, and stop being bitter!
The point of Valentine’s Day was never only to spend it with a romantic partner, but to spend it with someone you genuinely love spending time with—whether that be your mom, sibling, best friend, partner, or yourself. If we’re being really real, it was definitely invented to get consumers to do what we do best—uphold capitalism. But, at the end of the day, who doesn’t love a cute gimmick? This is a very long winded way of saying, the Valentine’s Day slander has GOT to stop! Buy yourself some bodega flowers, wear a pretty dress (because global warming is OUT HERE), and grab a few bottles of Trader Joe’s $3 white zinfandel. To end your day, I recommend un-ironically watching To All the Boys I Loved Before and remember: you were never second best!