Thursday, February 14, 2019

I Finally Got Around to St. Valentine's Day



                I still say, “Happy Saint Valentine’s Day”, instead of “Happy Valentine’s Day”, because I think there should be a difference between a made-up Hallmark Holiday like “Bacon Appreciation Day”, or “Hug a Goat Day” and a day that is dedicated to a Martyr.   I am not religious by any stretch of the imagination other than that needling faith of a Catholic School childhood I feel poking me in the stomach. I’ve come to my own belief system I’m comfortable with and it’s none of your business what it is. I wouldn’t ever try to convert anyone to my perspective on religion. That’s what martyrs are for.

                Martyrs like Saint Valentine had the audacity of their faith and stubbornly refused to renounce it even in the face of unimaginable torture, death and postmortem violations. So sure, I think anyone with that sort of will, steadfastness and the integrity of their principals should be able to have a celebratory day and not have it mocked as a Hallmark cash cow.  Obviously, there is money to be made on Valentines and greeting cards, candy hearts and edible lingerie and I know that those things have practically nothing to do with martyrdom. (Although, I’m not sure about the edible lingerie to be honest. That might actually be a Vatican approved miracle.)  Yet, as long as the day is supposed to be about loving one another, I’m sort of okay with the commercialism of this day of celebration for a martyr.

                I do believe though, the commercialism should not eliminate the Saint part. It is almost as if corporations and those that stand to acquire profitability are trying to erase a part of history. A history that is of course subject to the perspectives of modern times. Sure, the actions of Christianity and the Catholic Church have not always been stellar. I certainly condemn a lot of what has been done in the name of religion. I don’t believe that by removing the Saint part we are absolving ourselves from the basis of the holiday. (Although there are allegedly no less than three recognized St. Valentines’ by the Catholic Church; so, who’s to say really?)

                My long-winded point is: I’m not a historical revisionist. I am someone who believes there were indeed things in human history that should not be white-washed. By that logic, I have to remind us of the Pagan history of the holiday and that it was probably co-opted by the Catholics. But that’s sort of off my true point of which I’m only getting to now, so if you’ve hung on this long, thanks!

                I just want people to love each other. There’s so much opportunity to be honest, direct and kind to each other that we almost take it for granted. A day that effectively celebrates love is a good thing and should not necessarily be mocked outright. I know that St. Valentine’s Day can be a real bummer, especially for the single folks like me. Nothing says you’re alone on St. Valentine’s Day like millions of commercials, songs, jewelry ad placements and the general joy of couples dining out over candles and hastily prepared entrees at a once a year fancy restaurant. It almost screams to be ridiculed and yet I think we should resist that urge to crap all over it, call it commercialism and try to push it from the collective. Love is pretty great when you have it, painful when you don’t and just okay when you’re not even really sure what the hell you’re supposed to do with it.

                As you try to get through this essay and go out tonight with your loved one(s), don’t let anybody tell you that St. Valentine’s Day is just a commercial gimmick to get you to buy Teddy Bears and chocolates (that’s Hump a Bear Day in November).  You remind those romance haters it is a co-opted Religious Holiday stretching back through human time, perhaps 270 AD, and not just some greeting card company’s greedy money grab. St. Valentine’s Day has been special to generations of people, even before the Hallmarks and the heart-shaped box of utterly disgusting candies. It was something your ancestors, even just a few generations ago, likely looked forward to. A day in their hectic slaughterhouse lives that they could stop for a few moments to love and feel loved.

                So, Happy Saint Valentine’s Day. I hope it is indeed filled with the love you want, the love you need and the love that buoys your soul in troubled times.  



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