I have already shared my hatred for the reject version, Sweetest Day. Now it’s time for me to rip into my least favorite of the Hallmark Holidays, its sibling, Valentine’s Day.
First, the timing of the holiday is horrific: Not even two months after all the money you spent on gifts over Christmas, you’re supposed to shell out even more for Valentine’s Day. Flowers and chocolates are one thing, but jewelry? When I think about the money I might have had to spend on someone who thinks this holiday is actually important, it makes me happy I’m single on Valentine’s Day. … Okay, only kind of.
Perhaps planning a romantic day/evening is easier in Australia, Brazil or even Miami where it is actually warm in February, but where I am, it is not only cold, it is often butt-numbingly cold. When it is 17° outside, some of the last things I want to do are run in and out of stores or go out to restaurants. And yes, I understand part of the day is spent at home in a particular room where the cold could be an incentive, but even that is kind of unfair… you (and your partner) are supposed to be in the mood just because the calendar says you should.
I really enjoy buying things for people I feel close to at random times. I find it more fun to do than when they might expect it. Hence, if I had someone I would want to spoil on a day like Valentine’s Day, I want it to be on my terms and on days that I decide. (Obviously, an anniversary is one I wouldn’t be able to choose, but I’m sure you understand what I mean.)
While I can’t say everyone hates Valentine’s Day, I can safely say many people do. As much as the lovelorn (females, most likely) enjoy being slathered with gifts and attention of various kinds, it is a day of depression and/or vitriol for the perpetually single (like me), those who were all-too-recently dumped, and many (men, in this case) who are in a relationship, but feel like they’ll end up “in the doghouse”, as a famous department store chain likes to say, if they don’t participate in or forget about the idiocy. And in comparison to the much lesser-known October copy, Valentine’s Day is advertised seemingly everywhere starting somewhere around King’s Birthday, causing all the whipped guys to become increasingly nervous as the date approaches as well as giving all the singles a whole month to stew in their sadness and anger about their annoyingly lovey-dovey peers.
Hell, there are elementary school kids who are growing to hate Valentine’s Day because they know they are only getting Valentines because they have a few classmates who just give cards to everyone… or because their teachers require the students who give out cards to hand them out to the entire class.
Yet I realize that if I found the right person, I almost certainly be perfectly happy flipping through ads, searching websites and braving the elements for that perfect gift and experience if that’s what is expected of me. And that to me, my friends, may be the most annoying thing about Valentine’s Day by far.





An open letter to males everywhere
March 9th, 2010 | No Comments »As Ben Roethlisberger has apparently learned little either from Letterman, Governor Sanford or Tiger or even his own previous experience, I offer a reminder and a humble piece of advice for, well, pretty much all guys. It doesn’t matter what your orientation is; if you have gone through puberty, this applies to you.
Despite what females may think about us, the male mind *can* be a complex thing. But they are right in one thing: For most, if not just about every man, it can get shamefully — or shamelessly — simplistic.
I’m not sure if many of us quite realize when it’s happening as it’s happening, but there’s no mistaking it once the libido takes over. Situations that you would normally see as some combination of stupid, lame and impossible when you’re thinking clearly somehow seem plausible and possibly great. (The examples vary from man to man, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, so you know what yours are.)
So, if you’re considering whether or not you should try to hook up tonight, date someone, find yourself a mistress (or a dozen) or even go out to a club to hit on college women more than half a decade after you left campus, you might want to do yourself a favor. It might save you some trouble.
Find a magazine, a video or a website. Lock the door. And have some “alone” time.*
Afterwards, reconsider what you were thinking about doing before. If it still seems like a good idea, then it probably is. And if it’s not such a good one but you still want to do it, then maybe you’ll manage a little smarter about what you’re doing.
*If you have any religious objections to my suggestion, then, well, God help you. I don’t know how you’re supposed to survive if you aren’t supposed to have sex outside marriage or take care of it yourself.