AsheSkyler
Feathered Jester
It's the only holiday I outright hate. I see it as a long-standing tradition to get laid without any emotional attachment to who you're banging, so long as you jump on the bandwagon. Then the one year I wanted to actually celebrate Valentines' after I married, my psychotic mother-in-law wanted all the grandchildren dressed as Chippendale dancers for a stupid photograph, and saw to it was I was threatened with physical violence and homelessness if because I didn't comply and focused instead on making a hot supper for my husband who at the time was working himself into the ground to keep the bills paid. So, no, I do not celebrate the holiday and I'd be much happier if it didn't exist.