Caroline O'Donoghue: 'I pledged that Valentine’s Day is not for me'

I am not the kind of young I used to be: the kind of young where you insist you are not like other girls, that you do not need what they need, do not want the things they want. 

I’m reading a lovely book at the moment called ‘Little Weirds’ by Jenny Slate, and in it, she expresses a desire to be loved on Valentine’s Day. 

“I am tired of having to hold my breath through Valentine’s Day the way you do when you drive past a graveyard,” Slate writes. “I want a valentine from a normal person who is horny. I want a prize for how well I can love. I want to be a prize for love.”