There’s something about browsing profiles on OkCupid that feels like shopping for a pre-owned car. And it’s that something that makes me profoundly uncomfortable with getting to know someone via text on a screen. For a blogger and an Internet entertainment writer, I’m remarkably discomfited with the idea of connecting with someone online.
Cynics say Hallmark began the holiday, and sentiments cite Saint Valentine, but regardless of the origins of the holiday, Valentine’s Day is what you make it. The pervasive hatred of Valentine’s Day in our culture and the way it may be used as a weapon are seriously problematic, but as a single girl, please stop telling me how depressed I’m supposed to be. You’re killing my buzz.
We’re used to the struggle. We’re used to wanting things, working for things, waiting for things that we think we’ll probably never have.
I’m used to making lists, working 12-hour days at three different jobs, coming home exhausted and still wondering what I’m doing wrong. But doing something right? That feeling took a while to get used to.