Feminist Propaganda?

Gentlemen, it is once again that time of year when chocolate makers, flower growers, and greeting card writers gouge us for the un-romantic sapless suckers that we are. Yep, I'm talking Valentine's Day, people! Personally, I believe that it falls far too close to Christmas to ever make a full recovery from the holiday grind, but it's not like I can do anything about that. Anyways, my girlfriend says to me, she says, "Just do something romantic". Hmmm...way to narrow it down! We ended up celebrating it this past Saturday due to work and school schedules for Tuesday (yeah, Tuesday night out...very romantic! At least make it on a Friday or something!) Valentine's Day is very plainly a female holiday, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I mean, when she asked me what I wanted for Valentine's all I asked for was that she pay for dinner, that's enough for me! Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy being able to lavish gifts upon her, let's face it, that is one of the reasons I love having a girlfriend in the first place. But how about our day, huh? When do guys have their turn? If you're not a father, then you're pretty much screwed. Valentine is all about the reds, the pinks, the soft, and the cuddlys. Where's the buffed, smelly, hairy, sweaty, green, black, and blue holiday? The best we have to look forward to is getting drunk on St. Paddys, but really is that such a departure from every other weekend? (Especially for those of us who don't drink?) We need a grassroots movement to create the man's holiday. The one day a year where instead of a dozen roses, the little lady brings a 12-pack. Instead of a box a chocolates, perhaps a box of condoms (or porn depending on how the night is expected to progress). How about spending a little money on us, huh? I'm just sayin'.