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Being Pro-Valentine's Day in a Confused World

I’ve recently noticed a lot of people posting anti-Valentine’s Day memes on Facebook. I’ve even heard a couple disparaging remarks around campus. It seems that single people are somehow supposed to be depressed or upset because of a day which should only be about positive feelings of love and connection. That makes me sad.

What it comes down to is a basic misunderstanding: whereas Valentine’s Day is meant to be a celebration of love – the erotic/ romantic kind – for all humans, many people have personalized the holiday. I’ve heard some women say that they dislike Valentine’s Day even when they are in relationships. Why, you may ask, but you already know the answer: the pressure to receive love – to get the chocolate and the roses – is tremendous. And what a failure you are, society tells women, if you don’t have some lover gifting you with these. But just as society misses the point of Christmas and turns Thanksgiving into a shopping festival, it misses the point of Valentine’s Day.

This is not a day – or at least not only a day – for you to celebrate your love. The gifts you give to or get from your lover are symbols of the importance of the holiday just as the gifts given at Christmas are symbols of the mythic power of a god giving his only child to the lowliest of humans. Your love, if you are lucky enough to have it on Friday, is a reflection of the Platonic ideal of love. And if you do not have such a love on Friday, you should still celebrate the ideal as the ideal.

Another complaint I’ve heard is that such celebrations of love should happen every day. Let’s be frank: a bit of chocolate and a few flowers are cheap gifts for sell at every convenience store you drive by. Despite Kay Jewelers’ attempt to make the holiday be about something more, these remain the correct gifts for the holiday. But despite the inexpensive gifts, the point of the holiday is to set aside a day to celebrate love in the way that Americans set aside one day a year to give thanks for the bounty of this nation. Should we give thanks every day? Probably so. Should we give chocolate every day? Absolutely!

So what does it mean to celebrate eros, this romantic/ erotic love? Just as Christians (and many others) celebrate agape at Christmas and Easter – giving gifts and talking about love as non-reciprocal sacrifice – humans should celebrate eros. Whereas agape is a one-sided sacrificial love, eros is the love you have for another as a shared experience. Romantic love exists in a tit-for-tat non-zero-sum game: this means that when you love someone who loves you back, you get more than you give and so does s/he. It’s like holding someone on your shoulders because that person will hold you on hers/his.

Eros represents the closest of human connections. As an ideal, it is unsurpassed in defining the best that humans can ever be toward one another. If you want to see what it means, read “The Gift of the Magi” and see how powerful this romantic love can be. Sure, it can send Romeo and Juliet to their deaths, but it also makes Keats’ life worth living – and in both cases it gives us the best that literature has to offer. And your lack of celebration of love only serves to tell the world that you don’t want it.

Don’t get me wrong: I would love to be curled up next to a lover on Friday night. I’d like to spend an hour strewing flowers all over the house, hiding chocolate hearts under pillows and inside coffee cups, lighting rum-scented candles, and setting out the massage oil by the bedside. I feel Keats when he tells Fanny that he is “deep in love” with her – and I love being deep in love. So please don’t tell me that you hate this holiday unless you just hate love and never want romance. And if you ever get the chance to spend it with me, show love and me some respect: do us both a favor and dress up a bit – you’ll find me in a tie, for sure – for dinner. Then smile at my silliness in spreading the flowers all over the house and nibble a few of those hidden chocolates while you tolerate me reading a bit of Keats’ poetry while we’re waiting on the candles to burn a bit lower and the massage oil to warm up.