I've been slacking. We're already closing in on mid-February. It's time for our annual VDay Hatefest. First, a disclaimer: I'm still dating JT. 8 months now! Both in our 50s, we agree that we wouldn't have worked out had we met years earlier. We weren't ready. We were too different, and too married, and/or too involved with meaningless flings (Nah, that's just me).
Now that we're mature, as per this photo,
we can support each other, keep our separate lives going, and I can beat him at Scrabble. (He doesn't blog, so he doesn't know I wrote this.) He's actually WAY smarter than me, which I tell him all the time. I'm WAY more competitive, though. Top score: 394. Woot!
Back on point, I still HATE, HATE, HATE all that Valentine's Day represents. Your worth is not based on your marital or dating status. There is no fairytale. Oftentimes, being single is a very good choice. And if a couple needs to showcase their love, something's wrong. Self-respect and self-love are key. Hershey chocolates are neither fair trade nor edible. Romantic love doesn't ONLY exist as it does in the media (between straight men and women who happen to be white, gorgeous, single, and stranded together in a snazzy ski resort).
So bring it! Give us some hate. Comment by 2/14, in less than 25 words, with hateful sentiment towards any or all aspects of what St. Valentine's Day's attached to according to our superficial, money grubby, close minded media and Hallmark.
Must be a follower, and please no curse words but you're welcome to use an *asterisk* (e.g., f*ck Hershey chocolates).
You'll vote for your favorite, and the winner will receive a very sweet mailing from me.
Thank you, Silly Loves.
