As Sian mentioned yesterday a few of us Domestic Sluts have been accused of being “romance grouches”. This isn’t quite accurate – I don’t hate romance. I just thoroughly dislike Valentine’s Day. The reasons for this are threefold:
1. Childhood trauma. All my pretty, thin and non-nerdy mates always had boyfriends and they always got cards, roses and tacky gifts. Though I was a late developer when it came to being interested in boys, a card through my locker would have been nice.
2. One day a year to be romantic? Jog on. I mean, what’s the point of being in a relationship if you’re not showing your love for them EVERY SINGLE DAY.
3. Typical V-Day gifts just make me sad. It’s like everyone’s given up on romance. If you insist on being romantic once a year, then why on earth would you step near a Clinton’s?