It’s that time of year again…The time when I feel the need to defend the fact that for some inexplicable reason, my second-favorite holiday has always been Valentine’s Day.
I don’t remember how or why my obsession with Valentine’s Day started, I just remember that every year, as February approached, the pink-and-red wave that suddenly washed over the world completely enchanted me. The excitement I felt when the Cupid silhouettes appeared in windows and the heart-shaped candy boxes took over store displays was unmatched by any other non-Halloween holiday, and I’ve often debated why. Perhaps it had to do with that long stretch of nothingness after Christmas time. Valentine’s Day, though much smaller in scale, was at least something to celebrate and get excited about. Maybe it was the fact that I was guaranteed attention from classmates on that day, via the punny little cards that we were required to hand out to everyone, meaning it was the one day of the year when I, by “law”, couldn’t be excluded. It could’ve even been the simple fact that I was an avid stuffed animal lover and lots of super cute plushies were often released during Valentine’s time. (I have a very distinct memory of falling in love with a stuffed poodle in a heart collar at a local store, to the point where I even told one of my teachers about it in the hope that she might buy it for me. I did eventually get it, though I can’t remember who wound up paying for it!) But whatever it was, it baffled me even in childhood. Though I didn’t have the language to describe it then, I identified as somewhat of an aromantic until I was much, much older, so a holiday devoted to love should have been the least interesting thing in the universe to me. Yet somehow, much like my scaredy-cat self came to love Halloween, the girl with no interest in romantic love came to love Valentine’s Day. Though I would be twenty years old before I actually had a “Valentine” in the traditional sense, I always found ways to celebrate, which usually involved made-up games with candy conversation hearts, such as a homemade version of “Mad Libs” where I would draw a random heart to fill in a blank space of a love letter or story, or simply just try to string the candy hearts together in such a way that it sounded like an actual sentence or conversation. These became my simple little traditions, but they always made me happy.
Into adulthood, my strange obsession with Valentine’s Day has remained…but as each year passes, I find out more and more that perhaps it isn’t so strange after all.
Within about the last ten years or so, those “Let’s replace Valentine’s Day with a second Halloween” memes have become a big thing. I don’t know anything about their origins, but I assume they were started by someone who clearly loves Halloween but hates Valentine’s Day. They caught on quickly in the early days of the Halloween/spooky community, to the point where I got downright exhausted by well-meaning friends constantly sending them to me, due to, of course, having no interest in eliminating my second favorite holiday. But as the years went on, it seemed like these memes were having a positive effect: Halloween and Valentine’s Day began to fuse together a bit, eventually becoming what we in the Halloween community now refer to as Valloween. I became strangely thankful to the annoying but effective meme for bringing my second favorite holiday closer to the most important day of my year.
But the more I’ve learned as time has gone on, the more I’ve come to realize that the “Let’s replace Valentine’s Day with a second Halloween” meme actually isn’t the thread that connects the two holidays at all.
Halloween and Valentine’s Day have long been connected, and perhaps loving both holidays actually makes perfect sense.
For one thing, many vintage Valentines focused on spooky characters. Puns involving ghosts, witches, monsters, and skeletons were widely used on these cards, more than you would ever think if you weren’t aware of it.
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