As a marketing professional, I envy the genius who came up with the idea of commemorating St. Valentine’s Day. I imagine the inception to have occurred at a cocktail party where the who’s who of Hallmark, Ghirardelli, Kay Jewelers, and 1-800-flowers were discussing a joint venture of some sort that would enable them to serve one common goal: suck those lovers dry. Well done, you greedy creative bastards.
As a single gal, I simply dread this day. It’s the one day where you’re reminded of how truly empty your life can feel without having someone to whisper “I love you” to, without someone to hold your hand, or without someone to buy a special gift for. Not to say that receiving a bouquet of roses would really fill that empty void either – it would be nice though (all interested parties, please inquire within for shipping address).
It’s ok though... because I don’t need an annual marketing scheme to tell me I have to put my feelings on display by eating at an outrageously priced restaurant with a prix fix menu consisting of limited vegetarian options. So cupid can just take his arrow and strike it up his bare ass.
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