February 14th is a day marked in every angsty teenage girl’s calendar, covered in little red hearts that were doodled during math class. Valentine’s day is coming up, kids, and for those of you who don’t have anyone to share it with, and consequently, condemn the holiday, you are not alone. Out of 20 MHS students, 25% of them said they hated Valentine’s Day, 50% said they felt indifferent about the holiday, and only 25% claimed to actually enjoy it.
There is more than one reason to hate V-Day, spite being only one of them. The commercialized holiday has been advertised since the New Year. Heart shaped chocolates and fuzzy teddy bears are put on display in every storefront, only to be bought at the last minute (if at all) and put on a back shelf at a discount price as soon as February 15th rolls around.
I didn’t always view Valentine’s Day as Satan’s birthday. In fact, I used to really enjoy it… when I was seven. Every first grader looks forward to making construction paper hearts with phrases like “Happy heart day!” and “I dig you!” to give to their classmates before overdosing on Hershey kisses and sweethearts. I however, have been sick on every Valentine’s Day since the first grade when I cried because I thought my handsome, pre-pubescent crush wouldn’t receive my heartfelt V-Day card pouring my soul out to him in the 5-word phrase “you’re out of this world!” If you do find yourself struck by Cupid’s arrow this Thursday, congratulations! Please keep the PDA to a minimum.