Valentine’s Day crap has filled the stores.
I say crap because most of these things really don’t represent admiration or love, they are meant to when given as a gift on Valentine’s Day I suppose but really?
As cute and soft as giant teddy bears are, what the hell is a grown women supposed to do with that.
It’s not that I haven’t appreciated the odd stuffed toy as a symbol of “love” but I really deep down don’t want the burden of storing the dam thing.
Since I am single I won’t have to worry about this. *Sigh*
I figured if I’m going to be mad at a day I should at least know something about it so I looked it up and this is all coming out of me as a result of reading about the history of Valentine’s Day.
When Valentine cards were all handmade and it was chocolates or flowers exchanged.
Not over sized singing monkeys.
I also read about different Valentine’s Day customs.
This one made my face go screwy:
In South Korea, similar to Japan, women give chocolate to men on February 14, and men give non-chocolate candy to women on March 14 (White Day). On April 14 (Black Day), those who did not receive anything on the 14th of Feb or March go to a Chinese restaurant to eat black noodles (??? jajangmyeon) and “mourn” their single life.
^ Domingo, Ronnel. Among Asians, Filipinos dig Valentine’s Day the most. Philippine Daily Inquirer, February 14, 2008.
Wow, I guess being single really does suck.
I don’t know about the black noodles but I may simulate my own ‘Black Day’.
Instead of waiting to mourn my single life though I’ll do it on February 14th when I’ll genuinely be in the mood to mourn.
Thank you, South Korea for I will now refer to you when defending my legitimate pout.