The Dreaded V Day

    As a young Australian woman, I personally have felt ripped off at the hands of unrealistic relationship expectations and ideals, particularly around Valentine’s Day.  Maybe it started at age 15 when I received 3 roses for Valentine’s day, a Trifector! I thought the rest of life would be like this, boys would be attentive and make me feel special and that would be great. How wrong I was, now in my late 20’s and a few long term relationships in, I can maturely pretend I don’t care for V day because my BF makes me feel "oh so special every day blah, blah, blah", but as the impending day draws upon us my heart races every time I open an email from Honey Birdette, telling me what I should be doing for my man this Valentine’s day, with what I interpret as a passive aggressive "Honey" at the end.  This Valentine’s day, I will get no rose and I will only be treated to dinner if I plan and book it myself, but then again I could take the perfect couple snap and Instagram caption it with “Such a lucky girl, look at this seafood platter”.  Will I be having the hottest sex of my life or playing a sultry ‘truth or dare’ game of cards under candlelight, definitely not. This V day falls on a Tuesday perhaps the unsexiest day of the week, I will count myself lucky if me and my man are in bed watching a David Attenborough Doco by 8.30. Even Kikki K one of my favourite brands ever is giving me a sting, how could my partner possibly love me if he doesn’t buy me one of those, perfect gold and pink themed Diaries I absolutely need! Hostelworld would even like me to book somewhere "lovely", I think I definitely should, but then remember there is nothing lovely about Hostelworld’s, Hostels.  Sigh, am I really missing out this V day? Should I at least do something! Like purchase that lemon satin matching set off ASOS, that may or may not make me look like a pre-pubescent sexy farm girl? Or could I just get over it, and accept these neurotic thoughts as the result of years and years of conditioning from the media and businesses. Could V day in fact be the ultimate capitalists dream? A frenzy of crappy retail purchases during the most notoriously quiet months, the post Xmas dreaded Jan and Feb.  I can accept this, andthink about the effect these ideals and stereotypes are having on young women today! Not only do youneed the perfect date but you need the perfect outfit, under garments, accessories, location and posts to go with it. Maybe a candid Ice cream shot with sexual undertones displaying how hot you look and how great this date is going. This is a lot of pressure and I would be surprised to learn young women actually get to enjoy themselves this V day, or have the space to appreciate what true love and connection is. There is no doubt everyone’s thumbs with be raging through Snap Chat to see what everyone else is up to.   Some food for thought for TBG, then again maybe I am a washed up V day cynic after my teenage ideals failed me.   Written by Jayde Robinson-Clancy  Founder The Blossom Guide

As a young Australian woman, I personally have felt ripped off at the hands of unrealistic relationship expectations and ideals, particularly around Valentine’s Day.

Maybe it started at age 15 when I received 3 roses for Valentine’s day, a Trifector! I thought the rest of life would be like this, boys would be attentive and make me feel special and that would be great. How wrong I was, now in my late 20’s and a few long term relationships in, I can maturely pretend I don’t care for V day because my BF makes me feel "oh so special every day blah, blah, blah", but as the impending day draws upon us my heart races every time I open an email from Honey Birdette, telling me what I should be doing for my man this Valentine’s day, with what I interpret as a passive aggressive "Honey" at the end.

This Valentine’s day, I will get no rose and I will only be treated to dinner if I plan and book it myself, but then again I could take the perfect couple snap and Instagram caption it with “Such a lucky girl, look at this seafood platter”.

Will I be having the hottest sex of my life or playing a sultry ‘truth or dare’ game of cards under candlelight, definitely not. This V day falls on a Tuesday perhaps the unsexiest day of the week, I will count myself lucky if me and my man are in bed watching a David Attenborough Doco by 8.30. Even Kikki K one of my favourite brands ever is giving me a sting, how could my partner possibly love me if he doesn’t buy me one of those, perfect gold and pink themed Diaries I absolutely need! Hostelworld would even like me to book somewhere "lovely", I think I definitely should, but then remember there is nothing lovely about Hostelworld’s, Hostels.

Sigh, am I really missing out this V day? Should I at least do something! Like purchase that lemon satin matching set off ASOS, that may or may not make me look like a pre-pubescent sexy farm girl? Or could I just get over it, and accept these neurotic thoughts as the result of years and years of conditioning from the media and businesses. Could V day in fact be the ultimate capitalists dream? A frenzy of crappy retail purchases during the most notoriously quiet months, the post Xmas dreaded Jan and Feb.  I can accept this, andthink about the effect these ideals and stereotypes are having on young women today! Not only do youneed the perfect date but you need the perfect outfit, under garments, accessories, location and posts to go with it. Maybe a candid Ice cream shot with sexual undertones displaying how hot you look and how great this date is going. This is a lot of pressure and I would be surprised to learn young women actually get to enjoy themselves this V day, or have the space to appreciate what true love and connection is. There is no doubt everyone’s thumbs with be raging through Snap Chat to see what everyone else is up to. 

Some food for thought for TBG, then again maybe I am a washed up V day cynic after my teenage ideals failed me. 

Written by Jayde Robinson-Clancy
- Founder The Blossom Guide