Alright. I really didn't want to do this, but in the tradition of http://www.wickedfire.com/shooting-shit/46121-i-fucking-hate-christmas.html It's time to give that tawdry, worthless date we call Valentines day a good verbal assfucking.
The following is one of the many brain-dead radio commercials I heard on my otherwise pleasant drive today.
“Ok, guys we all know what’s coming up…Valentines Day! Don’t disappoint her like you did last year. Make her eyes light up with the package gift of jewelry and roses from blah blah blah. …Because you know that if she’s happy, then everyone stays happy!"
How. Fucking. Insulting.
But that stupid commercial perfectly illustrates everything wrong with Valentines day. It’s a holiday that’s constructed to make a few people rich and everyone else feel pressured, unsatisfied and inadequate.
“What are you doing for Valentines day” chant the mindless robots everywhere in their high-pitched, grating voices.
Well I’ll tell you what I’m NOT doing. I’m not buying a little heart packed with toothpaste filled chocolates. And I’m not buying a mass-processed, white teddy bear holding a heart. And I’m not spending $89.95 on a dozen moth-eaten roses that will die promptly.
Don’t even get me started on greeting cards. How about $11.95 for some shitty piece of paper that has some vomit-inducing saying like:
"Soft and beautiful as rose petals, your love fills my life with joy."
Who comes up with this shit? Mr. Rogers on Ecstasy? How about something awesome like:
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I want to fuck you with a rake.
…Maybe then I would buy your stupid fucking cards, Hallmark.
You know what I like to do on Saturday? I like to go to my favorite restaurant and enjoy a fine glass of Cabernet whilst I munch on a perfectly seared ribeye and calculate how close I am to buying a yacht.
Will I be able to do that this Saturday? FUCK NO. Why? Because Charlie the Construction worker and everyone he knows is firmly expected to spend a third of their paycheck to take the missus out on a “real date” on this oh so special day. Yay. Go Charlie. Maybe tonight will be your once-a-month, missionary position lay.
Remember how I said that Christmas makes poor people feel worse? Well that pales in comparison to Valentines day.
All across the country, sad, single fatties in XXL gray jogging pants will be slumped on their couches eating tablespoonfuls of chalky, acai berry powder as it clumps from the tears streaming down their pudgy faces. Yes, fatty. No one will ever love you again. You can thank Valentines day for reminding you.
Don’t even think that I’m dissing the ladies. Every chick I know hates Valentines day. YOU CAN’T FORCE ROMANCE. Period. A random gift or trip on a Wednesday after work is worth more than a million fucking Valentine’s presents.
But just in case you guys still want to send a card, I have conveniently provided you one below.
Happy Fucking Valentines Day!
The following is one of the many brain-dead radio commercials I heard on my otherwise pleasant drive today.
“Ok, guys we all know what’s coming up…Valentines Day! Don’t disappoint her like you did last year. Make her eyes light up with the package gift of jewelry and roses from blah blah blah. …Because you know that if she’s happy, then everyone stays happy!"
How. Fucking. Insulting.
But that stupid commercial perfectly illustrates everything wrong with Valentines day. It’s a holiday that’s constructed to make a few people rich and everyone else feel pressured, unsatisfied and inadequate.
“What are you doing for Valentines day” chant the mindless robots everywhere in their high-pitched, grating voices.
Well I’ll tell you what I’m NOT doing. I’m not buying a little heart packed with toothpaste filled chocolates. And I’m not buying a mass-processed, white teddy bear holding a heart. And I’m not spending $89.95 on a dozen moth-eaten roses that will die promptly.
Don’t even get me started on greeting cards. How about $11.95 for some shitty piece of paper that has some vomit-inducing saying like:
"Soft and beautiful as rose petals, your love fills my life with joy."
Who comes up with this shit? Mr. Rogers on Ecstasy? How about something awesome like:
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I want to fuck you with a rake.
…Maybe then I would buy your stupid fucking cards, Hallmark.
You know what I like to do on Saturday? I like to go to my favorite restaurant and enjoy a fine glass of Cabernet whilst I munch on a perfectly seared ribeye and calculate how close I am to buying a yacht.
Will I be able to do that this Saturday? FUCK NO. Why? Because Charlie the Construction worker and everyone he knows is firmly expected to spend a third of their paycheck to take the missus out on a “real date” on this oh so special day. Yay. Go Charlie. Maybe tonight will be your once-a-month, missionary position lay.
Remember how I said that Christmas makes poor people feel worse? Well that pales in comparison to Valentines day.
All across the country, sad, single fatties in XXL gray jogging pants will be slumped on their couches eating tablespoonfuls of chalky, acai berry powder as it clumps from the tears streaming down their pudgy faces. Yes, fatty. No one will ever love you again. You can thank Valentines day for reminding you.
Don’t even think that I’m dissing the ladies. Every chick I know hates Valentines day. YOU CAN’T FORCE ROMANCE. Period. A random gift or trip on a Wednesday after work is worth more than a million fucking Valentine’s presents.
But just in case you guys still want to send a card, I have conveniently provided you one below.

Happy Fucking Valentines Day!