Here is reason number 2 in this recent blog series that I will be happy to graduate.
College ruins Valentine's Day.
Now, I'm not huge on Valentine's day anyways because I think we should all love each other all the time, not just when the florists and candy companies tell us we should. But at Willamette and across the country, the feminists pick Valentine's day for their big event: the Vagina Monologues.
The Vagina Monologues are a bunch of monologues with women talking about their vaginas. I have no problem with feminists, but I don't see why they have to turn Valentine's Day into Vagina Day, pass out Valentines with vaginas on them, and even hang cardboard vaginas in the trees all over campus. (Willamette should take a look into how many of the high schoolers who go on tours here on Valentine's day with the vaginas in the trees actually come back...)
I've been to them so I'm not being close-minded. But why do it on Valentines day? Valentines day is awful for guys anyways. I mean, I don't mind showing Kelly I care, but since EVERYBODY is doing it the same day everything you do seems more like a competition with the guys than something special for the girls. So you stress out trying to find something sweet enough, something creative enough, something better than the other guys. Then, instead of enjoying the activity you planned or the evening you envisioned, you get to hear girls you don't know talk about their vaginas... not me. not this year. February 14th will not be vagina day for me, but you other guys have fun.
As for Kelly and me, we will be partaking in our favorite ice cream, Black Raspberry Avalanche, watching a movie, studying together, and laughing at all the people who had an evening focusing on vaginas instead of on each other.