I’m anti-cliche, but, perhaps surprisingly, not anti-Valentine’s Day.
I know it’s turned into a commercial holiday where women have collectively decided to become appreciative of generic flowers, chocolate, stuffed animals, and jewelry as if these things required more than 2 minutes of thought or 10 minutes of effort on the part of the giver. I cringe to see women walking around clutching their roses as if they are a signal of their worth. I physically react to see men walking around clutching their roses as if they are a signal of their love (I mean, maybe they are; maybe these men really do only love these women a rose-worth).
But I like Valentine’s Day. And cheesiness to a certain extent. Yesterday, that extent was tested at a power ballads sing-along. Perfect for the person who is too horrible at singing and too self-conscious about anything she’s bad at to do karaoke in front of strangers, a sing-along turns out to be an excellent way to celebrate a commercial holiday without having to carry around roses or wear an ugly heart necklace.
So I wholeheartedly approved of the event.
Except when they took a vote to determine whether to play “November Rain” or “I’d Do Anything For Love,” and Meat Loaf lost.