Is this holiday a marketing creation or a valid day set aside for Love? To paraphrase the philosopher savant Forrest Gump, I think it's neither.
I think calling Valentine's Day a holiday places it on a pedestal on which it does not belong. While it has been severely marketed it is not necessarily a marketing creation. Oh you can get trapped in the marketing of Valentine's Day and get trapped into spending unwarranted sums for roses and going to places that are extremely expensive with long waits, overly frenetic and hectic environments, bad service, and an all around not good time. But then again, welcome to America. To single out Valentine's Day to expose the fact that we live in a society where consumerism often outmuscles sincerity and self-awareness is unfair. We do this on our holidays, from Christmas, Mother's Day, Easter to our big Sunday Can you say White Sale!)ad days (Labor Day, President's Day, or Columbus Day). We live in a society where we (sorry Wertz) turned some worthless central Florida swampland into an artificial paradise that is the number one tourist destination in the world. Florida's beaches are (or were) beautiful and so are its everglades, but Americans flock to Orlando to go to Wally Worlds and Corporate Restaurants and never see anything natural while we are there. Another of our popular destinations is planted in the desert a city of lights and sequins and huge hotels and larger buffet lines. We are the land of the Mall of America. Instead of immersing ourselves in the finest accomplishments of human culture over the ages to accent our days we all spend our days being bombarded by advertising for products and services. We won't read more than a book or two this year on average but we will read and see and hear enough advertising each month to stretch to a galaxy far, far away and back.
So, yes, Valentine's Day is part of the consumerism culture and it can be a totally unsentimental rip-off every year. It isn't for me. Sure I get into some trouble with my wife when I try to make her gift something less than she is expecting that year. This year she found a jewelry seventy percent off sale and found a bracelet of gold and sliver for $40 and she likes it and shows it off at work and is sweet enough to brag on me for being so thoughtful. A few years ago I wrote her a poem (I do write poetry but tend to keep it to myself and do not usually do something like that) and printed it on a nice piece of stationary. She framed it (to me embarrassment at times) and has is on display near our wedding picture. Dismissing Valentine's Day for being too commercial is like following the ideals of Thoreau's Walden one day a year. It misses the point that we are all trapped in a factory produced box called consumerism that it takes daily work to see past and remember what of life is "real" to you.
I like special days because they allow you to make something special out of them. Beyond consumerism, which I think is an American antidote for modern life (not my idea, I just adhere to it) we as humans have an annoying characteristic of tending to not recognize the things that are most precious to us. The cliche here is that we take the things in our lives that are the best part of our lives for granted. One's significant other, the one that sees our worst parts and deals with our daily and endless annoyances and pretends that they shine like glitter and smell like perfume, is the most unappreciated individual in the world often. I remember fixating for days and weeks on girls or young women that I had to go out with. I would plot and dwell and I would look at guys that had similar beauties inside and out as mates and see them treat them like something ordinary and wonder how one ever could get to that point.
I have a theory that life changes in two weeks. Once something is part of your life for more than two weeks it has become a part of it and feels normal. (Perhaps this is why vacations longer than two weeks might be dangerous) And it takes probably about this two weeks going from worshipping an exotic creature to having a girlfriend that has flaws and tends to complain a lot.
Then get married, take on a mortgage or two, have some kids, have lives that speed by doing tasks that help you get through the day or the week, fight over the bills on a weekly basis as you try to help secure the best environment and future for your children that your meager income and limited time can allow, and make small comments and pass each other like two zombie like ships in the night and even while spending every night in the same bed, sometimes going weeks without really ever touching. In daily life the interactions of life create the inadvertent comment, the dumping off responsibilities on the other, the minor marital spat and life can be a death of a thousand cuts.
The love is there all along, but a day that gives a couple like this the custom to say, today is our day and we are going to use it can be extremely helpful and letting that couple get a recharge and remember the good things a little better.
I don;t always get Valentine's Day right, in part because it can be hectic and the paths are often either too worn or over-crowded. This year, it looked like we were not going to do that much. I had bought her a bracelet, she bought me a box of chocolates with corny boxers and delicious Dove's chocolate truffles. We had worked hard getting the older kids ready for their elementary school Valentine's day parties. I even used their extras and gave a few goofy valentine's day gestures out to my high school students during the day. (And, to get a laugh, a male student of mine gave me one of those chocolate roses a the end of a project that he was about to get a major grade on)
Near the end of the day, my wife told me that she thought we could go out and that her brother would watch the triple pack of fun that is our children. As always I was tired and not certain I wanted to face anything in our busy suburban mini-mall land of a town during Valentine's Day. She suggested we could start early. We left at four and went to an Italian restaurant that we had never been to before. We bought a bottle of Chianti and sipped it slowly and nibbled on two plates of dinner as the restaurant filled up and overflowed with people waiting for the table. We got "the whole nine yards" and while we weren't camping at our table, we were in no rush to leave. We finished with a huge piece of triple chocolate something cake and an express and a bailey's and coffee. When we left I heard one of the oddest hostess lines I have ever heard. A hostess was telling a new arrival around 6:20 that the wait was 110 minutes. The woman hearing this protested on logical grounds that nobody talks like that. Nobody says 110 minutes. Had we left 30 minutes later that afternoon our V-Day would have been in the trenches waiting with the Hoi Polloi.
The meal was perfectly timed and surprisingly inexpensive and we left to go stroll around Border's for a few moments before going to a movie. We almost never go to movies and we almost didn;t in this case as we had movies at home (3 not very appropriate Valentine's Day movies that had come in from netflix, Clerks II, Fly Boys, and Flags of Our Fathers) My wife was good enough to let me provide the choice of movies at our local ten thousand movie screens o rama and I picked two movies I thought would be great theater experiences (again we almost never go out) They were a little selfish, one was Letters From Iwo Jima which I can;t wait to see and really want to see in a theater, the other was Pan's Labarynth which is a Spanish film using the literary genre of magical realms (think Like Water for Chocolate if you've heard of it) I would have offered another option if I had remembered that Pan's was a Spanish language film.
We went to see Pan's Labarynth (I can't spell Labyrinth) and we enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a little more than her. I thought it was a magical film with a wonderful story and amazing relatively low budget visual effects and cinematography. My wife liked it as well. We got home before 9:30 and our kids had hand-crafted odes of their love to us. Our daughter who is in second grade composed an essay that was so sweet and amusing we dug into those baby books we all buy and at least in my house rarely get used and become more evidence that the child was not held in a very special light because of the paucity of items that have been placed in all of the prompting areas.
The handmade Valentine's and notes were more than special to us and my wife took ten or fifteen minutes to go through the memories that she was adding to in our daughter's book. We then piled into bed just short of ten PM, exhausted and happy as pie. We may have aspired to a little extra adult time but after minor snuggling we were deep in REM sleep.
We woke up refreshed, recharged and humming songs as we srtarted another day just before 5 AM and raced about our morning responsibilities that come with getting three kids and two adults out of bed.
In short, I had a great Valentine's Day and days like this help us pay enough attention to ourselves to remember how much we care about each other and how lucky we are. If we ever go too long between moments like this, we might lose the love that is the bedrock of our lives. For me a commercial day to help prompt me to show that I do not take my wife for granted, especially, if I have been doing it, is more than worth the cost of being expected to do something for my wife at the behest of Hallmark and Corporate America.