Let me begin by saying that I'm tired of snow. We got two back-to-back blizzards here, and walls of snow outside. I'm hoping the following rant can warm me up and help me relax as I start the day's events:
I love how holidays have now become orgies of debt and stress underlaid by a wave of guilt. I mean this with all sarcasm.
It almost seems as if the point of St. Valentine's Day is to ostracize single people entirely; and drive those who are not single mad with stress over buying the "perfect" (translated as "most expensive") gift for their loved one, or guilt for not giving in to the madness. I know people who will look at you like you're an alien for not celebrating the day, and even try to guilt you into either finding a significant other, or buying the one you have a gift.
There are actual television advertisements showing a woman being given a gift by her significant other, but rejecting it because it wasn't the product being advertised. Seriously? Do you know what it's called when love has a price tag? Prostitution.
This year, as every other St. Valentine's Day in my lifetime, I am rejecting the madness. I will not be stressing over the fact that I'm single, or going into debt to buy diamond-encrusted jewelry and expensive candy. (As a side note, maybe it's only me, but I hate a lot of modern jewelry. Diamonds should not look like an infestation of barnacles.) I will not be swayed by St. Valentine's Day pimps trying to get me to put a price on love.
Today is Theogamia, the celebration marking the marriage of Hera and Zeus. I'm going to doll myself up and escort the Divine Bride to her Bridegroom.
Later folks.
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