It’s Valentine’s Day, which is the most important day of the year – if you date or you are some middle of the road person who believe the movies she watches…you know the Walmart clerk living the tract home dream in a blue collar marriage. The kind of person who buys into bullshit, whether it is Taylor Swift music or Valentine’s Day. Just everyday tabloid reading folk…
These are who Valentine’s Day was created for. It’s one of those “let’s give sad sad people one day to feel the romance they see in the movies, or at least that’s how we will market it, to instill enough insecurity in themselves and their relationships, causing unnecessary stresses that will lead to celebrating their love, that isn’t even love, since love doesn’t exist, it is just co-dependence, by getting in Debt”…
You know that who “one day of the year to celebrate their love so hard it will solve all the problems in their relationship and lives, when really it just creates unnecessary stress, and torment as people try to prove themselves, or they forget to prove themselves, leaving the other person feeling unappreciated for the lack of attention and effort”….
It is also the day of “I’ll wear this lingerie to give him a sexual fantasy now that we only fuck one day a week or less and it is more conventional masturbation more than anything because I am dead inside thanks to being in a relationship”…
I’m not sure what is more disappointing, the the middle of the road women expecting to be proposed to, only to get a box of chocolates that will happen Sunday, the credit card debt from gifts no one needs, or the way their middle aged mom body looks in panties…I’m going with option 3.
Here’s a brand of panties…with their panty campaign…featuring I don’t fucking know who..
