Facing the Ghost of Bridget Jones

The role she plays in how single women view themselves on Valentine’s Day.

Being single on Valentine’s Day is thought to categorically suck. For many women it conjures up images of Bridget Jones popping bon bons and swilling wine, alone in her apartment while singing along, tragically to ballads of heartbreak sung by the likes of Dionne Warwick and Celine Dion. It causes these women to shudder and shove the image from of their minds’ for fear of their similarities to Bridget and that the disease of crazy singleness will catch.

This is absurd.

Being single on Valentine’s Day is no different from being single on a Thursday. There aren’t any more couples on Valentine’s Day than there on any other day of the year and these women aren’t any more alone. Women don’t need to hide locked away in their apartments or homes for fear of being seen without another hand attached to theirs, or an arm wrapped around their waists. Singletons are allowed to go out of Valentine’s Day. In fact they are allowed to do whatever they want, whenever.

For single women, there is no man that they’re obligated to call and check in with ‘just to say hi’ every afternoon. No one to tell that they’ll be late coming home from work or the bar, so to hold off on dinner, or to confer with before they book a weekend getaway with friends. Being single means living for yourself and Valentine’s Day should be about celebrating that independence.  Nor should single women concern themselves with what the general coupled up public thinks of them when they venture out of the house blatantly unattached. For their accomplishment goes largely unnoticed because no one is who is attached cares even remotely about them. The coupled up ones are so absorbed in the romanticism and sense of security of being in a relationship that little exists for them outside of their cocoon, save for the waiter who is bringing wine to their dimly lit table for two. No one cares about who’s single except maybe the people who are single. Bridget Jones’s supposed sad state of affairs (that being manless-ness) affected no one but her. Her friends were still fabulous and her parents still drove her crazy without any mention of a man.  In fact, Bridget eventually discovers the value of her own self-worth (which did not include karaoke) through her friends and family, not her lover Mark Darcy, because she realized that the absence of man, didn’t mean the absence of love.

Family and friends serve as some of the greatest, most epic sources of love one can have. Their love is constant, abiding and irreplaceable. Their love won’t disappear because someone got a job on the other side of the country and the other won’t move. It won’t disappear because they can’t agree upon which religion to raise the kids, because they hate your friends or because they can’t commit. Their love is enduring and uninfluenced by marital status.  But for those who can’t shake the image of Ms. Jones as a sad spinster of a women and refuse order Chardonnay in public because of it, we provide you with the tools to create your own perfect, single Valentine’s Day without every having to feel sorry for yourself.

Read on.

The Perfect Single Valentine’s Day

How to celebrate love when you’re on your own.

V-Day falls on a Sunday this year, so enjoy that big cozy bed you have all to yourself by stretching out and sleeping in.

Start the day off on the right foot by going for a run or doing some yoga. It’s an easy way to feel good about yourself.

Call the other single friends you already made plans with and meet them for brunch where you can toast your fabulosity with mimosas.

After a leisurely two hours, get a relaxing full body massage. Why have a man do a shoddy job when you can pay an expert?

Exit the spa and head to the salon to prop your feet up for a pampered pedicure.

Put on the kicky cocktail dress you got last week and pop on some party shoes to show off your new toes.

Invite your closest gal pals over for a potluck dinner, everyone bringing their speciality , another thing your do brilliantly.

Indulge in something rich, like Death by Chocolate cake that total blows a heart-shaped box of Russell Stover out of the water.

Have a ruby red (the color of love) cocktail or two before heading out for a night of dancing with the girls.

Before you know it the clock will strike 12 and your fabulously single Valentine’s Day will be over.

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Comments

  1. Kris Yackel says:

    You rock, Andy!!!! Great piece.

    Say “Hi” to your Mom and Dad!!!

    Kris

  2. Molly Bond says:

    I couldnt agree with this more! Besides, being single means you don’t have to worry about sharing you piece of Death by Chocolate cake.

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