Warning: Approaching red roses,
teddy bears and Valentine’s Day!

Aamna Haider Isani

Ammna

I’d have to agree with Ashton Kutcher on hating Valentine’s Day. I hate it with a vengeance.

Valentine’s Day is when people in love start painting the town red. As if we didn’t get enough red on a daily dose of betel juice that is spat into public walls. But no, red to Valentine’s Day affectees symbolizes all those mush brained couples who like flaunting the fact that they’re in love… with each other. How corny is that… statement, not question.

As far as I see it, come February and ugliness as well as tackiness starts setting down in town. Lovers (and losers who just want to pose as lovers) start picking up on hints of red. Ladies will get red mani pedis. They will hint at being bought a new red jora. Red roses will start infiltrating florists and even poor gladiolas, that look best in pure white, will get an artificial dose of red dye to fit the Valentine bill.