Hey, single ladies, guess what? I’m in a relationship and I hate Valentine’s Day, too!

There seems to be an unspoken February rule that if you have a boyfriend you are not allowed to complain about Valentine’s Day. I, for one, think this is bulls**t. I have a boyfriend, yes, but you know what? I hate Valentine’s Day. Haaaaaaate it.I hate it even more when I have a boyfriend than when I don’t!

Here are the top three reasons, in my book, why the big V Day can suck it.

1. Holidays that come with expectations are always stressful (see: New Year’s Eve, anniversaries, etc.), and Valentine’s Day is one of the worst. It’s one of those days full of things you are ‘supposed’ to do, and the pressure to be creative and thoughtful and loving and perrrrrfect is totally overwhelming. That can often lead to a seriously sucky night, especially if you and boyfriend are not on the exact same page about the whole event. Ladies, admit it, we can be tricky about this day. We “don’t really care about it” and, “it’s not a big deal,” but sometimes that just means “I want YOU to think of something and surprise me.” Nothing ruins a holiday like silent disappointment, when you can’t really be mad about a lack of, well, anything, because that’s exactly what you said you wanted! And it’s doubly bad if you planned something for your honey, only to have your sweet surprise be one-sided. Okay, maybe that’s just me, but I hope I’m not alone. Read More »

So I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Valentine’s Day is coming up.

Yes, as we gratefully leave the frigid cold of January behind, we embrace the month of love…which, since becoming a single, leaves a frigid cold place in my heart. And as V-day creeps closer and closer with each passing day, I dread it more and more.

Everywhere I go I am reminded of my impending doom. Walking to class, I pass what seems like hundreds of fliers reminding me to get tickets to the Valentine’s Day gala, to buy my sweetie a singing telegram, and to send roses to that special someone… And if knowing that I have no one to take to the gala/listen to my singing telegram/accept some beautiful roses didn’t make me feel crappy enough, all of the profits from these promotions are going to Haiti. Great. So now I’m a bad person for not being part of a couple and not helping people in need.

Can someone pass me some brownie batter?! Read More »