Okay, no seriously, I am going to be better about writing blog posts.
I start today, with my once-annual commentary on unconventional love. (On a side note, anyone who feels Valentine’s Day is a silly holiday solely because you “should focus on loving your significant other every day of the year,” you disgust me. We would never be friends in real life.)
Valentine’s Day is a weird day for me. I have harbored resentment towards the holiday for years, perhaps a legacy of my college singledom or my self-important feminist inclinations. Whatever.
I used to perceive Valentine’s Day as really, really important to one demographic and one demographic only: teenage girls. But, as time has gone on, I realize, it has a much more extensive reach, and maybe it’s not that bad. Does Valentine’s Day really stand to rub coupledom in the faces of our single brethren? Does it not provide a wonderful excuse for girl’s night out, or takeout, as perhaps you are inclined? These things are both gifts!
Regardless, while I do not support the cut flower industry (another post to follow) and I have never possessed the world’s most insatiable sweet tooth, I am excited to leave the office a little early tonight, go home, order Indian take-out (see how I snuck that in there?) and curl up with my lovely boyfriend and dog. It will be a perfect evening.
I shall also be rubbing it in Danny’s face that I received a single red rose today. From my dentist. Thank you, Dr. Baumgart, for making a girl feel special on February 14.