No strong, independent woman gives a flying box of Milk Tray about V Day. She still wants a present though
‘How about writing something on Valentine’s Day?” suggests the editor. “We’re short on romantic stuff this month.” Valentine’s Day and romance are generally thought to make great bedfellows, but to my mind (a mind that’s not a little bruised and battle-weary), it’s very much a case of never the twain shall meet. Those who peddle their wares in time for Valentine’s Day labour under the pretence that a woman’s greatest erogenous zone is her heart (clue: it’s not. That’s why dildos are popular).
In truth, they’re selling cards, flowers, chocolate and lingerie not to nourish her heart, but to safeguard her pride and bolster her ego. Violets may be blue, but a simple truth remains; they’re not as blue as most women tend to end up as the sun sets on another sub-par Valentine’s Day.
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