For a Buddhist country, this place sure does love its Christian holidays. Not that Valentine’s is a devoutly religious day _ though it was named after a Christian saint.
First it was Christmas, that was celebrated with a fervor that would put Martha Stewart to shame, and now Valentine’s Day. It’s a holiday that is cynically referred to in the U.S. as a Hallmark holiday; one in which millions of men are essentially guilted into purchasing a variety of love-themed items to show the object of their affection just how much they care. Women are also party to this obligation, though to a much lesser extent. And Bangkok, apparently, is no exception.
Women walked around hand-in-hand with boyfriends carrying large displays of flowers. Men stopped to admire the bouquets and cluelessly pick one out for their girl (or boy as it very well could have been). But it didn’t stop there; heart-shaped balloons, candies and various other (plastic/cheap) trinkets lined the streets.
For an American living so far from home, it is comforting to see signs of a yearly event I’m used to. But if I had my pick, I’d rather have President’s Day or something. Then at least I could buy stuff on sale and sleep in on a Monday.