It’s A Happy Hallmark Fakey Cranky Holiday

Valentine’s Day. A fake holiday that many fear and loathe. I am one of those people. If you want to know what’s tearing at the fabric of our society and breaking up families…it’s gotta be Hallmark. More than any other company, including Disney, Hallmark has sold women the story that if a man really, really loves us, he will buy us overpriced crap and take us out to a crowded, mediocre, overpriced restaurant on the 14th of every February.

I used to believe this. When we were first married I somehow clung to the myth that a card and box of chocolates was more meaningful than the sweet things my husband does for me every day. Well, most days. And don’t ever tell him I said that! Anyhoo, way back when we were newlyweds my dutiful husband made reservations at our then favorite Italian restaurant, Coco’s. Date night. February 14. At Coco’s…where overnight they had doubled the number of tables in the place, and replaced their regular menu with a specials menu that was jacked up 50% for the same old same old. Just the principle of it pissed me off. Plus, the tables were so close together that we learned way too much about the couples on either side of us. Yuck.

When we got home that evening, I shook my angry fist in the air (ala Scarlett O’Hara) and swore that we would never celebrate that miserable fake holiday again. Dan didn’t believe me at first. He was tentative the following year thinking I had set some kind of trap that was going to leave him sleeping in the guest room. But I stuck to my guns. We decided that our Valentine’s tradition would be ordering pizza and watching TV. Sure, it required little to no effort on either of our parts, but neither does a reservation and a box of crappy chocolates. In fact, the beauty of it was that it required little money and no effort. Because our daily reality was that we were happy and working hard and saving all our little pennies for silly stuff like a house. It turns out the bank does not accept little stuffed bears as collateral.

We have maintained our tradition and eaten pizza at home with the exception of one year, when we went to Paris in February. Romantic Valentine’s trip? Hardly! Do you know how much cheaper it is to go to Paris in February than in May? A lot. Back in those days, before the interwebs, we still used a travel agent, and he called and told us they had put together a romantic weekend in Paris; a Valentine’s getaway with champagne and strawberries and who knows what else. I asked him if we could just take the airfare and hotel special and skip the rest and boom! Our first trip to Paris. Channeling our good travel karma we ended up with sunny days and 60 degree weather; we skipped the pizza on Valentine’s Day but in the spirit of our tradition we had crepes and frites from food carts for dinner.

This year Dan and I will, tragically, spend Valentine’s Day apart. Dan will be holding down the fort while I am off to Chicago first thing in the morning, to see my nephew Sean’s stage production of Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. If you have never read Cat’s Cradle, I suggest that you IMMEDIATELY download a copy and read it, twice, because it is an incredible book. I would like to add that it is neither about cats, nor cradles.  Trust me, you will thank me for turning you on to it.

For whatever your Valentine’s tradition might be, including a tradition of not having a tradition, cheers. And just for fun, click below, and enjoy. Happy VD!!

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20 Responses to It’s A Happy Hallmark Fakey Cranky Holiday

  1. bethteliho says:

    Oh I milk the shit out of it, but not for obligatory roses or shitty chocolate. I do things for myself that I wouldn’t normally do. This past week I got myself a pedicure and had the house cleaned. Guilt free! YAY. Viva Valentine’s Day! hahaha.

  2. One of the nice things about Mexico is that Valentine’s day is the day of love and friendship! Which is very cool since many of my friends are single.Several of my girlfriends get together for a lunch and wine potluck today. I simply hate days when people feel obliged to give gifts, one of the reasons we don’t celebrate Christmas. I love to buy or make presents because I see something that I think the other person will like and give it to them regardless of the day.

    regards,
    Theresa

    • Jill Foer Hirsch says:

      I love that! I’m with you on the gifts too. If I see something someone will love, I don’t put it in a closet waiting for an occasion!

  3. Pam Waits says:

    The only thing wrong with all the fake Hallmark holidays is that I didn’t think of them. Roses are red, violets are blue. Hallmark gets rich and I’d like to, too.

  4. katecrimmins says:

    About two years ago I finally got my husband to stop sending me those outrageously priced flowers for VD. Now we pick up some cut ones much earlier. They are cheaper and last longer. As for dinner we are having leftovers! Yum!

  5. jjlhicks says:

    English 102 “Contempory Novel” continues to haunt me. I actually liked the class if I must be honest, but the coolest part was having a teacher who had previously been an editor for Rolling Stone Magazine. He was Tobi – but what was his last name? Can’t remember. Anyway, rock on Kurt Vonnegut!

    • Jill Foer Hirsch says:

      That was a great class; funny, I can name every book we read but can’t remember a thing about the professor.

  6. Myrna says:

    Agreed! Treat one another well every day.

  7. Lisa says:

    Ditto. Cj bought me a dozen expensive long stem roses on valentines day early on and within 1 hour they were drooping. We vowed never again. No card, no gifts, just everyday love.

  8. mimijk says:

    Nothing like some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to underscore one’s love and affection. Great post and I actually credit you with showing me this skit (I put it ip on FB)

  9. Phil says:

    Well, don’t hold back on how you feel about V-Day Jill! You are so very correct, especially when it comes to the games restaurants play. Pizza sounds good to me. Have fun in Chicago.

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