Because I am an intellectual (that only means I have a tenancy for analyzing the fun out of every.single.thing), I sometimes feel obligated to problematize cultural events like Valentine’s Day, which are clearly just a product of capitalism and yadda yadda yadda. Though it might be hypocritical to participate in Valentine’s Day while simultaneously critiquing capitalism, I tend not to let my criticisms of certain economic models get in the way of having a good time. This is probably the basis for all that is wrong with “America.”

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Be that as it may, I enjoy Valentine’s Day. First, as someone who has spent her fair share of time alone on Valentine’s Day, it feels good to be able to indulge in the cultural moment with millions of other people. Secondly, when you think of me and my boo, phrases like, “Hard to be around” and “Get a room” might come to mind. Although our relationship is evolving, we still have plenty of that lovey, dovey stuff that is good fodder for Valentine’s Day. Basically, I still like any excuse to celebrate our love. I would say that we’re pretty over-the-top with it on a daily basis, and Valentine’s Day is a great excuse to indulge. If I have any say in the matter, after yoga we’ll spend most of the evening at home having a lovely dinner, watching episodes of Downton Abbey, and saving the public from our PDA. You’re welcome.