V-Day...D-Day.

Naysayer I may be, but I am of the opinion that Valentine's Day does womankind a great disservice. I should prefice this by saying this is my first Valentine's as a single girl, which may or may not be relevant. (If a tinge of bitter makes its way into the blog, I am sorry). However, the sheer audacity of the day shouldn't be ignored; put simply, Valentine's is a crock of shit. A bit harsh? Let me elaborate.

Firstly, and most obviously, it is a day seriously geared towards heterosexual couples. This is fairly self-explanatory, and I'm sure the other two more conservative ladies on here will rebut this point, but it is one which has to be made.

Secondly, I have an issue with the three-way relationship between the retailer, the consumer and women. The commercial Gods-That-Be bark orders at men to do their duty, whereby making women out to be whining dweebs. From all this shitty advertising, men somehow assume we actually want the red roses and the heart shaped pendants. Now, this just makes us look bad. I have no doubt that housewives in deepest, darkest surburbia would be delighted with a half-price Michael Hill chain, but most of us have our own interpretation of cool and personally, that is not it. The fact that women have become so desensitised that they can no longer form their own tastes is wrong. For me, I've never been a fan of red roses. Not because they have become the symbol of cheap, but because they are actually quite uninteresting flowers. In terms of aesthetics, I would much prefer a bunch of hydrangeas or orchids. Something with a bit of oomph. But then, that's not what this day is about is it? It is a day which celebrates the orthodox and men being held at ransom to please their needy lovers. I am, very clearly, a thorn among many roses.

K xx