I'm not opposed to the idea of Valentine's Day. I actually quite like it. I mean, I understand and sympathize with the argument that you shouldn't need a greeting card-sponsored single day of the year to tell someone you love them. Sure. Yeah, duh. Nobody actually only does that on Valentine's Day. And if you do, you're a butthole, and Valentine's Day isn't really for you, is it?
But there is an appeal of having a day of the year dedicated to reflecting on where your love life might be. If you're in a long-term relationship, having a marker to see how it might have grown and changed over the years is at least interesting, if not helpful, if you're open to it. If you've spent the last few V-Days with different folks, or with no one in particular, it might be somewhat painful, but could also serve as a way to reflect on the role of all relationships in becoming who you are, and what you actually really want from them.
The problem, of course, is in the execution of Valentine's Day. I'm not much for red roses and babies breath, but that's only an aesthetic problem, cause I think flowers are generally kinda cool. I can go without stuffed animals and factory candies, but am always a fan of sharing thoughtful cards and handwritten messages, and being intentional about all sorts of intimacy. (You know what I'm getting at.)
But the one place where I think we really need to rethink Valentine's Day? The love song. And that's where I… read more