Cupid, Microsoft Valentines and the
little red purse
Stuff & Things
Campus Life Editor
Before I begin, let me preface this column by saying that I’m not bitter.
I have completely legitimate reasons to dislike the pink and red holiday
other than those who simply whine about being single and depressed.
With Valentine’s Day upon us once again, it seems natural to assess
the validity of such a blatantly commercial “holiday.” In my books,
there are two main reasons that the favourite holiday of sappy romantics is
To begin with, I think V-Day is some super construction on behalf of card,
flower and chocolate factories to boost sales. There’s nothing better
than a holiday designed specifically for your products. Ah, capitalist creations — I
bet Bill Gates is kicking himself for not thinking of his own holiday, or laying
claim to Microsoft Valentines or something of the like.
On a similar note, perhaps the patron saint of this day shouldn’t be
Valentine but Hershey, Hallmark or those florist delivery dudes. (Why do people
tip the pizza guys but not the flowers ones!? They’re bringing ‘love’ not
just food. Sad. Tip them, cheapos.)
Anyway, I do not agree with the concept of having a specific day devoted to
showing someone you love them, or even just cho-choo-choose them. It is absolutely
ridiculous that on one specific day of the year all couples are required to
be sweet and kind.
In my opinion, it is much more thoughtful to do something special for someone
you care about for no reason at all. Without question, I would much rather
receive some token of affection or just some kind words at a time when it is
not prescribed by social codes and conventions. Valentine’s Day states
that you must profess your love from the highest mountain or be subject to
ostracism equal to that suffered by lepers. Bah. Some may even say humbug.
Hey — I like chocolate just as much as the next gal, but not if it’s
simply a gift someone felt required to buy for me as a result of some cheap
holiday. I would much rather accept a gift on a day whose adherents do not
hiss vehemently at people who don’t sell their kidneys to buy “thoughtful” gifts
for their significant others. A gift has more meaning attached to it if it
is independent of any outside pressure to do so.
And to make an important point, single people shouldn’t feel guilty
for not having a valentine to call their own. Instead, you should be rejoicing
in the fact that you’re not receiving a gift simply to ensure your boyfriend/girlfriend
stays out of the dog house.
I’m not a hypocrite. I told my boyfriend not to buy me anything for
Valentine’s Day and he probably won’t. That makes me all the happier — at
least he’s listening.
Campus Life Editor
I’ve always been a girly-girl.
Just ask my mom about the time I threw a full-fledged, spazz-tastic
tantrum at the train station at age 3. The reason for this display?
My beloved red plastic daisy purse was left behind on a train that
was already several miles away.
My reasons for loving Valentine’s Day primarily stem from
this incident (and many others like it). That little purse was
one of the first things I ever remember my mom giving me and it
reminded me of her. The purse was special because it made me happy
and losing it made me realize that I place symbolic worth into
material things sometimes.
Basically, I’ve always been a person that appreciates sentiment,
even if it comes in the form of a heart-shaped candle from the
dollar store. I’m not trying to say that love and capitalism
are inextricably linked; far from it, actually.
Money can’t buy me love — I’ve heard it before
and I agree — to a certain extent. I know love don’t
cost a thing, but at the same time, I don’t think there’s
anything wrong with buying cute things that give you a warm, fuzzy
feeling when you look at them. Cute things like, say, little decorative
heart pillows with angel wings.
I know real love and romance are much more than things you can
buy at The Bay, but the things that I do buy there on V-Day and
beyond, put a smile on my face by reminding me of the love I have
in my life.
The best thing about Valentine’s Day for me is definitely
the fact that pink and red surge to the forefront and colour ninety
per cent of store merchandise.
I know I’m corny, but I don’t care. I love pink and
red. Last Monday I almost spent $12.99 (plus applicable taxes)
on a pink metal ‘special Valentine’s Day box,’ (yes,
I understand the sketchiness of this item) simply because Snoopy
and Woodstock were printed on it.
Girly-girls like me are identifiable by a number of factors, and
I pretty much rule them all. I own a pair of huge red and white
plastic heart earrings. Most of my clothing is pink. Both my school
bag and the walls of my room are the same bright shade of magenta.
One of my honest-to-goodness life dreams is that one day I’ll
be one of those eccentric old ladies in a café in Paris
wearing a hat and carrying a little frou-frou dog in a pink purse.
Of course, I have other goals as well, like having a successful
fulfilling career and curing world hunger.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve read No Logo and seen The
Corporation and I know that branding and supporting the overwhelming
bulldozer of capitalism is bad. I guess I just want to stress that
loving Valentine’s Day and all its trimmings doesn’t
make me shallow. Schmaltzy and sentimental? Definitely. But not