Happy Commercialized Love Day!

I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy Commercialized Love Day! Ah, yes, yet another human experience the great U-S of A has managed to commercialize and strip of any genuine meaning.

There's la primavera, or the feeling of rebirth that is now represented by nothing more than baskets full of colorful plastic eggs and bunny-shaped chocolates.

Then there's la independencia, or freedom, the very foundation of this country, which to the average youth today means nothing more than a a day off from school and a chance to light firecrackers in the streets until 3 o'clock in the morning.

And let's not forget the big daddy of them all, la navidad, or the birth of the man born to save us all. This one may be worse off than the rest of 'em. Christmas is now the equivalent to crowded malls, angry shoppers, newly accrued debt and a jovial-big-fat-flustered white guy in a red suit.

Sigh...

So why not commercialize el amor tambien? Love is no longer something you feel. It's something you prove with the exchange of material objects.

Diamonds!
Red roses!
Expensive dinner for two!
Champagne so expensive you can't even pronounce its name!

Go ahead, treat each other like shit the other 364 days of the year.
Barely communicate or acknowledge each other's presence.
Check out other people.
Yell at each other about how you keep arguing about the same things over and over again.
Cry about how s/he never changes no matter how much s/he promises.

But not today.

Today, ignore all the non-love like aspects of your relationship and cover them up with a brand-new watch and pair of diamond earrings.

Now that's love.

We are the greatest country in the world. What other country could succeed in desensitizing, mass producing and exploiting everything and anything that makes us human?