Valentine’s Day, oh Valentine’s Day: the holiday that
convinces the world that love can be packaged in red wrapping, chocolate,
and slightly awkward greeting cards.
Every commercial screams, “Show your love like never before!” But what does that mean? Send flowers? Buy overpriced jewelry? Present chalky candy hearts with goofy messages?
And chocolate. The ads imply that buying a heart-shaped box
automatically turns you into a romantic genius. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. I
can buy a chocolate heart the size of a small moon, but if I forget if you prefer dark chocolate over milk chocolate, congratulations ... you’re now emotionally traumatized.
Then there’s dinner. Every restaurant ad shows candlelit
perfection: soft music, laughter, clinking glasses. Not me. I sit in reality trying to
get a reservation, navigating menus I can’t pronounce, and praying the dessert
doesn’t come with a “romantic” sparkler that sets off the smoke alarm.
And let’s not forget the singles. Oh, the singles-targeted
ads. “You deserve love too!” they whisper, while simultaneously suggesting that
self-love can be purchased in candle sets, bath bombs, or a subscription
box of existential reassurance.
Valentine’s Day: where marketers make billions convincing
humans that love is a product, chocolate is a solution, and social media likes
are evidence of affection.

