I don't hate Valentine's Day. There, I said it. My inner anti-conformist is so disappointed.
But I hate feeling obligated to make it special to strangers. It's a lot like New Year's Eve. I'd rather spend it with people I like rather than making a ridiculous ordeal out of a couple of hours. It's also super weird when strangers ask me, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR VALENTINE'S DAY? ARE YOU SINGLE? WHAT IS YOUR BLOOD TYPE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD."
Okay, it doesn't really pan out like that, but sometimes, I wish people would ask me what I'm doing for Arbor Day or National Sandwich Day. Man, I love sandwiches.
The Butcher Boys tee was a lucky vintage find. It felt very appropriate for stupid Cupid day.