I know what you’re thinking. “Hey, Jade, where’s the bitter Valentine’s Day post?” After all, what else do us singles do on V-Day beside grumble? Truth be told, I was earnestly trying to ignore Singles Awareness Day this year. And I thought I was going to get away with it, too! But then the sun came up. I rolled out of bed, got myself to work and had the misfortune of witnessing this encounter:
Coworker1: “Hey, why aren’t you wearing red today?”
Coworker2: “Oooh, I don’t have a Valentine. I’m a rejected Valentine!”
CW1: “What?? Noooo, we love you!! We all love you!!”
CW2: “No, no, it’s OK, you don’t have to cheer me up.”
This was around the time I vomited all over everyone and promptly put a stop to the conversation. No? OK, that didn’t happen, but I wish it had! Because all this Valentine’s self-pity makes me nauseous.
Listen, I agree that V-Day mostly blows. It glorifies couples (heterosexual couples, in particular) and shames single people into hiding. It’s a dumb holiday created for profit– and as such greeting card companies, chocolate makers, florists and restaurants alike rejoice. But if you do not own one of these establishments and you’re single, Valentine’s Day probably sucks. Because it’s not just about “celebrating Love,” that I could get behind! No, it’s about flaunting your coupled privilege if you have it. (Which is pretty rich considering how we constantly talk about gay people “flaunting” their relationships with hand-holding .. Can you imagine what hell would break loose if we behaved like straight couples do on V-Day? Kissing– in public?! Why I NEVER!)
I’m sure there are plenty of couples out there who celebrate V-Day quietly. And for every one of them, there are pairs that have to have the BIGGEST Teddy Bear, the MOST flowers, the FANCIEST dinner and overall the most adoration poured over themselves. In high school, I remember the popular girls would compete over who got the most flowers/gifts/admirers on Valentine’s Day. Sadly, life after high school isn’t much different in this respect, except some of us have figured out how trivial it all is. So you’re pretty and someone brought you flowers. BIG DEAL. What have you done to contribute to society besides look pretty? No, seriously. Looking pretty isn’t in and of itself something commendable, yet there is nothing we commend more (in women in particular). No wonder this holiday has turned into a kind of pissing contest. It’s all about being superior!
And the whole thing just makes me sad. It seems like if you’re not busy feeling superior to the singles, then you’re busy throwing yourself a pity party. JEEZEUS, Stop! Seriously, stop competing with one another for the titles of Most and Least Loved of the Year. Can’t we just Love? Can’t we just be grateful for the people in our lives who Love us and those whom we Love? Can’t we just see this as an opportunity to remind them that we care?
Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.