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by Rebecca Jee

It’s the first week of February. Worse than Christmas decorations in September and Easter eggs in January, the Valentine-ing of the world has taken over like a pink and red virus. I get daily emails entreating me to ‘get something special’ for my ‘special someone’. Web browser ads turn to the ‘V’ subject more and more - even Greenpeace is in on the act! A display stand in Coles, that bastion of romance, sells giant stuffed bears and an assortment of DVD double-packs, presumably chosen for their romantic themes. Mainly chick flicks, although I do spot a double bill of Mr & Mrs Smith and Entrapment. Perhaps that’s a token one for the guys.

And does anyone else think ‘V-Day’ sounds like something to do with an STD?

Valentine’s Day is almost inescapable. You’re gripped either with cynicism or sentimentality, and even if you want to ignore it, it’s in your face. Those in relationships are under pressure to show their love; those not in relationships but pining for someone are expected to risk all and declare their passion. And if you’re one of those sad individuals who doesn’t even have anyone to pine for...well...it’s only one day a year, right?

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