Of all the mythical winged creatures in the entire world, Cupid has got
be number one on everybody's "most wanted" hit list. Whether you're
single, cruising, crushing or just happily involved, there's something
that cocky little bat-boy that has most of us seeing red.
the overdose of heart-shaped chocolates and long stemmed roses that gets
our blood pressure rising or maybe it's the utterly nonsensical, mass-
drivel of a holiday that Cupid and his hateful minions represent?
Regardless of one's relationship status, most of us would rather chew
nails than take part in this silly
tradition. Although the world is ridden by a handful of hopefuls that
still value V-day with such great importance, I couldn't help but wonder
why so many sensible
people would still buy into the idea of Valentines Day?
because it cashes in on our psychological need to love and be loved by
significant other, a prince on a white horse that has yet to be struck
Cupid's arrow? And what about couples? Does shacking up with someone
failed relationship attempts (no thanks to cupid) make it mandatory to
participate in something as trivial and meaningless as the new Rebecca
Having spent most of my adult life without a secret or steady Valentine,
I empathise wholeheartedly with the single lady having to suffer
through another year of Hallmark happiness and Cadbury dreams. As if
spending this so-called international day of love alone wasn't bad
enough, you are forced to face the countless displays of "Be Mine" teddy
bears and "Forever Yours" inflatables, new couples and relationship
wannabe's everywhere you go.
It's absolute torture, and enough to leave
you bitterly disillusioned or pathetically depressed. Thank God the
Easter Bunny decided to cast a premature shadow over the insipid holiday
that falls on February 14th.
While some might say "be grateful that you have someone to share it
with", being in a relationship on Valentines Day is a completely
different ball game especially when you reach a certain milestone in
that special union. You either don't care at all and suffer the
consequences of being romantically-challenged or you go the whole nine
yards exceeding all standards and expectations.
That picnic on Lions
Head or the weekend getaway you planned last year simply won't do again.
Every year, the gesture needs to be bigger and better, and you have
exactly one day to show your beloved just how much you care and
The pressure of finding that special someone a Valentine's gift begins
on the battlefields of shopping centres and
street-corner florists, ending up with reservations for two at
some lavish, over-priced and over-booked 5-star eatery. The whole ritual
is farcical; from flowers and chocolates to dinners and gifts.
when was love calculated in such material measures? Had the value and
simplicity of "I Love You" and a home-cooked meal frittered away into
insignificance? Do we
really live in a world where appreciation and love for one another is
defined by and limited to commercial occasions and Hallmark
Dear Cupid and your mastermind entourage: We don't like you or
Valentines Day. May I suggest taking a few notes from Arrow? An
alcoholic epileptic has a better chance of hitting the bulls eye than
you do so
please throw down your weapons at once.
Given your track record of
dismal mismatches and ill-conceived material notions of love, perhaps
it's time to hang up the toga and
trade in your wings for something a little less flamboyant. You're
angel, especially in the eyes of every single broken heart and hopeful
there, yearning and longing for someone, anyone, to just take a moment
and say "I love you."
When it comes to Valentines Day, when will stupid cupid just fuck off and fly away?