Valentine’s Day. Have you ever wondered why men hate it?

We hate it because it’s a made up, corporate holiday. Something to tied the chocolate, candy, flower, restaurant and jewelry industries between the holidays and the wedding season. We hate it because we feel obligated to do it. That if we don’t, we’re somehow bad husbands, boyfriends, lovers, whatever. You don’t buy your girl the best (blank) in her group of friends and that’s your ass.

Yes, there are women out there like that and yes there are guys who are gun shy as a result.

Then again…

…maybe it’s not so bad. You do put up with a lot of our shit. Literally and figuratively.

You make us better than we are. Just by being with us. You bear us children. You cook us meals. You do naughty things to us (we really like it when you do naughty things to us.) You sit through sporting events and action movies. You cheer us on as we make our decisions, many of which you know are wrong before we even make them.

You bite your tongues when necessary and talk to us when there is something we need to hear.

You are there for us when we are sick, not just sick in the head. You care for us like no woman save the one that gave us birth.

You do a lot and get credit for very little. You work just as hard and yet get paid less. And you do horrific, difficult, painful and often expensive things to your body just to catch our eye. Things we would never consider doing if the Jimmy Choo were on the other foot.

So, then again…maybe we should buy you flowers, feed you chocolate and rub your feet after dinner at your favorite restaurant while you watch (and we endure) Sex and the City 2. Maybe it’s worth it.