Can We Talk 2

Valentine's Day Is Coming

         All these ads and TV shows are killing me. Why do people think that it is necessary to give gifts on Valentine's to demonstrate love and or affection? Despite the wonderful tale of the man Valentine who later became a saint in the Catholic Church (you have to be a martyr to be sainted), the Day that commemorates him is an overblown commercial day.

         Now granted, if my boyfriend or spouse was filthy rich, I would expect some tokens that needed to be insured. Everyday people, however, can get by cheaper or free. A nice dinner, flowers, a handmade gift, or something like that would do. The couple could work out their routine, whether they wanted the exact same thing every year, or wanted variety, or agreed to stay within a low spending level.

         In fact, they could agree to give each other a dozen roses or red carnations and go to a senior community or homeless shelter and hand them out one by one to people they meet. A hospital waiting room would work as well. They could express their love to each other by sharing the joy with others.

         I just witnessed a commercial for footie pajamas in pink. Ew. No thank you. It's too cute, too impractical and stupid. I like pajamas, mind you. Mine are Joe Boxers from K-Mart. They're flannel, they're loose, they're warm, they're comfy. But don't give me any as a Valentine present. I don't want stuffed animals, coloring books, gadgets, or knick knacks (dust collectors). I personally have enough cologne, but many women might appreciate that as a Valentine gift.

         Candy is acceptable, but women like me have a temptation problem with candy. Don't give it to me, and I won't have a chocolate coma. I want it, but I don't need it. The same with Girl Scout cookies. I want them, but I can't buy them.

         A hand drawn card from one of the children means more. I guess that's what it really boils down to. Is the gift a sincere expression of love and respect. Or is it just a token? Even a diamond, if given by a false lover, can be meaningless. A small potted plant from someone who treats you well every day means a whole lot more.