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Ah, the Curdling Diarrhea that is Valentine's Day...
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Ah, the Curdling Diarrhea that is Valentine's Day... I’m single on Valentine’s Day for the very first time since 2005, and to that I say… Thank fucking God! Anybody who knows me knows that there are very few things on this planet that I absolutely hate with a passion, and Valentine’s Day is one of them. I could go on and on about how it’s a ‘manufactured holiday’ and how it makes the card companies rich, and blah blah blah. But the problem is those women (I’m probably going to offend a lot of the females here with this one—fair warning) that seem to universally think that the guy that goes above and beyond on Valentine’s Day are at best passable while the ones that don’t—or in some cases, can't—aren’t worth shit. First off, I firmly believe that no certain day should dictate when and how much affection one person should show another in a relationship, and that if a couple REALLY cares about each other, then one godawful day of the year shouldn’t be the only time show it. The fact that this holiday not only does that, but profits hand-over-fist from it makes me want to puke. Roses, cards, chocolate, expensive restaurants and all that other bullshit, they don't make Valentine's Day a special holiday, but rather a grieving obligation. Which brings up what I believe is the worst thing about this holiday, and also the same exact agenda that media and advertising have been pushing on us for decades—it’s expected generosity. Further glorified by the sheer assertion that for those 24 hours it’s the guy’s sole responsibility to impress (kiss the ass of) the women in their lives—whether it’s their wives, girlfriends, part-time lovers, booty calls or even the friend-zoners—by showering them with presents, fancy dinners, flowers, and all that other crap. And for what? The wavering possibility that MAYBE if you just spoil her rotten enough, she’ll willingly turn into his slut and spread her legs for him that night? And what of the opposite end of it, where multi-year long relationships come to abrupt ends because in her eyes, he just wasn’t ‘man enough’ to shower her with enough of the aforementioned materialism and ass-kissing that Valentine’s Day dictates he does. After all, happy wife = happy life, right? What a crock of shit. I finally realize now that this occasion has become nothing more than a gold-digger’s<b> wet dream. </font></b>The quality of her man and their relationship in general is dependent on how much of his hard-earned cash he drops on her, and it sickens me to death to be kept beaten over the head that this is the crap I have to put myself through for the mere privilege of domesticated misery. Sorry, but no. If this holiday is demanding that I have to be her Prince Charming (bitch) for a day just because ‘love’ (used very loosely here) is in the air, well… Homey don’t play that, . TL;DR - Fuck this holiday. There's no such thing as a happy woman, and I’ve got better things to do with my time, money and dignity than to try in vain to prove otherwise by showering her ungrateful ass with gifts, flowers and nauseating amounts of ass-kissing on the most bullshit day of the year.  |
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young man you are so right, thank you thank you and I am a woman who feel the same way you do, many will say you are bitter because someone broke your heart I say bullshit, you get it you understand what this day is all about, companies getting richer off people wanting to show off for others, I feel this way about all holidays, it is design to make companies richer and the buyers poorer. buying stuff they know they can't afford and pay for it forever,
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