I’ve been strongly anti-Valentine’s Day for a long time. There’s just so much pressure associated to the holiday, regardless of whether you are in a relationship. Pressure to make sure you live up to the expectations levied by Hallmark, movies, friends, and (maybe) your significant other. Truthfully, I’ve always believed that if you are in a “loving” relationship, V-Day shouldn’t feel that different than any other day. Which is not to say that a dozen lavendar roses or artisinal French-imported chocolates should be expected everyday, but you should feel “loved” all the time.
As for people not in relationships, I don’t think we should allow a holiday to make us feel bad about ourselves. I’ve read that February 15th is the single greatest day for filing divorces. So rest assured that not all the couples you see out and about on February 14th are happy, and there’s probably some chick fuming about her 11:15 PM V-Day reservation to the Olive Garden (per Zooey Deschanel’s SNL skit.) So let’s make this V-Day a way to be good to yourself instead. A few ways to treat yo’self below:
1. SEE – You could spend the night watching The Notebook (Gosling never gets old) with your girlfriends and drinking wine. One of my girlfriends did this one V-Day and she said it was an awesome time. Or you can watch something entirely un-romantic (watching sweaty man toss around a ball for three hours) and participate in LIN-sanity. Even a non-sports lover like myself has been rooting for Jeremy Lin, the Cinderella story of the Knicks. He’s like the Seabiscuit of basketball players. Like the Adele of singer (pre-massive Grammy wins.)
Buoying the Knicks to victory the last four games, everyone’s eyes are on this player, whose joy for the game is palpable and contagious. Fortunately, unlike football, basketball has more frequent game-play and isn’t disrupted every minute by the referee calling an esoteric rule. And, if anything, you can giggle to yourself as you heard Metta World Peace, formerly known at Ron Artest, get called for fouls. Laughing at the announcer say, “World Peace committed an offensive foul” never gets old.
2. DO – Don’t be afraid of encountering couples tonight (except in Times Square, because Times Square is always annoying and bound to littered with the sad remains of droopy-eyed, white plush teddy bears. Try going out someplace like Brooklyn Winery, with long-communal tables, no tablecloths, and no prix-fixe (or oysters in sight.) It’s non-pretentious and relaxed. Share a bottle of red or white, head over to the free quirky photo booth, or the craft table to channel your inner kindergartener and make your own Valentine.
3. GET – Retail therapy never gets old. I’m having a major red lip resurgence (here’s a refresher on how to apply red lips) and some of my favorite shades of the moment are Nars Funny Face (a beautiful fuschia-red that was all over the J.Crew catalog last month) and Trans Siberian (a deep, raspberry blend of reds and blues.) Nars formulas are always super long-lasting, and the colors don’t budge for hours even throughout dinners. And have you tried Urban Decay’s Naked Palette yet? No? Then what are you waiting for?
I wear lingerie and pretty underthings for me and not anyone else (especially for someone who is bound to buy the wrong size and style.) I haven’t pulled the trigger yet, but these Ari Dein luxury hotel pajamas are always at the top of my wish list. Part of me is afraid that if I get them, I’ll lounge around in bed all day, lulled by the silk charmeuse, men-inspired tailoring, silk-contrast piping, and gold-embossed lion buttons. Lola Haze’s shimmer chemise, is a ’70s take on the romper, with iridescent gold/black mesh. The wide V-Neck and loose armholes are super-flattering, so much so that I spied it styled differently on two different public relations people at the press preview. Eberjey, is another favorite brand of mine, with soft pima cotton that feels so good it’s like the comfort food equivalent of lingerie. It solves the grown-up problem of what to wear to bed when you’re past the boxer shorts and race t-shirt phase. I’ve converted several people to their lace-edged Lady Godiva chemise.