I'm not bitter...I just have good taste

I'll just say it:  I HATE Valentine's Day.  Really.  I hate it for all the same reasons you hate it:

1. I hate the commercialism--people spending money they don't have just to buy bad jewelry, mediocre chocolates, and the little teddy bears that some poor Thai child got paid two cents to sew. 

2.  I hate that there is a set day that you're supposed to tell someone you love them.  This should be an everyday thing, right?  Of course.  And no, I am NOT bitter because I don't have anyone to tell this to.  Really, I'm not.  Not even a little.  Not one teeny bit.    

3. I don't like glitter, sequins, or pastel colors on greeting cards.  As Wino says, No, No, No.

4. I was one of those traumatized children in grade school who never got Valentine's from the cute boys.  Who thought it was a good idea to put the Valentine's bags at the front of the room so everyone else could witness the pain and misery of my sad little bag?  (I'm only slightly bitter about this)

Now that I've spun the traditional arguments against Valentine's Day, let me just share the real reason I hate this so-called "holiday."  Pink + Red + Purple = UNACCEPTABLE DISASTER.  There is no excuse for this, EVER.  Not for 3 year-old girls, not for sweets, not for dolls, not for Mary Kay Cadillacs.  NADA.  Naturally, I hate the holiday that uses this as an acceptable color combination.   You will not see me in this horrid palette tomorrow, no ma'am!  Admittedly, I would be untrue to myself if I didn't wear something semi-fitting (hmm...my peony-pink babydoll top from Anthro?  Red Ann Taylor sweater with cute buttons?) but you will not catch me in the unholy trinity.  

And I'm not sending Valentines either.  ;)