For the first time since we have been married (and I think for the first time in our whole relationship) my husband and I are going out for dinner to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
It’s a pretty big deal – getting him out of the man cave takes a highly technical and concerted effort. But he has agreed to wear a shirt, and we are going out.
As a romance writer, I am a little bit in love with the thought of Valentine’s Day. As a consumer, I am appalled at the rank commericalisation of something that should be celebrated with a card and a box of chocolates.
Buy the one you love this thousand dollar bracelet! A new car! A new washing machine! (Actually, I think that one was for mother’s day, but you get the idea.)
No product is exempt from being touted as something you would buy for the one you love. Do an online search and you will be inundated with lists – everything from “thoughtful gifts for your valentine in 2021” through to “expensive gifts for your valentine in 2021”. And scrolling through those lists? Brings up items like this:
The only thing I found that I thought I might like was the Jane Austen book set, but if my husband brought those home for me for Valentine’s Day, I’d be all like, “Where are the roses? And the chocolates??”
Perhaps I’m just an old-fashioned gal, but romance to me does not equate to expensive gifts. Thoughtful gifts, absolutely. If they do turn out to be expensive, that shouldn’t be the point. (Quality is the point. And level of thoughtfulness).
Let’s bring the love back into Valentine’s Day, and celebrate with red paper hearts, kisses and cuddles, and of course, the ubiquitous Valentine’s card.
That’s my opinion, anyway.