Valentine’s Day is, among all American celebrations, one of the weirdest for a French native.
Almost snubbed by the French for the longest time, it is true that now, in a globalized economy, the French also buy chocolates, perfumes and small gifts to the special person in their life.
I never celebrated and must have already written it before, but my husband told me upfront when we met that he wouldn’t celebrate love on a certain day, adding that it was anyway Valentine’s Day every day with me.
These French men!!!
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day again and this year my mind is set on a more serious issue.
I’m not a huge fan of many causes. But once in a while one catches my eye. Often it is linked to a literary event. You know, like NanoWrimo, Dr. Seuss’s Day, Read Across America, World Book Night…
There is even International Book Giving Day on Valentine’s Day.
But this is not what I will celebrate tomorrow.
I will join One Billion Rising.
7 billion people live on our planet.
Half are women.
1/3 of them are raped or beaten.
In the true spirit of what love should be, let’s pause together on February 14.