Ah "Galentine's Day"!

It's today, Feb. 13. It started out as a completely fictional holiday in a 2010 episode of Parks and Recreation In which Leslie Knope (Amy Poehler) holsts a "Galentine's Day" brunch at a restaurant the day before Valentine's Day in which she secretly auditions candidates for her new BFF. It was kind of like "Festivus" as an alternative to Christmas on Seinfeld.

Then, like Festivus, Galentine's Day morphed into an actual holiday–"for women to celebrate their female friendships," according to the Huffington Post.

Ookay. Go for it, ladies. Whatever floats your boat.

Says Bustle:

Basically, it's like Valentine's Day, only instead of celebrating the love you have for your significant other, you spend it with your best girlfriends, who are, after all, your soul mates, and therefore deserve a holiday all to themselves, too.

Except that now–perhaps all too predictably–"Galentine's Day" has become a celebration of angry uteruses and man-hating. In only seven years.

Twitchy reports:

And we get it, they’re pushing this whole notion of women celebrating their ‘lady friends’ the day BEFORE Valentine’s Day but every time they do something like this, somehow it turns into a “let’s trash dudes because girl power” thing.

Here are some typical tweets:

Happy #GalentinesDay to my favorite gals. You know our code: Uteruses before duderuses.

Ovaries before brovaries.

Fries Before Guys, Tacos before Vatos

Happy Valentine's! Who needs men 's

Every day is when my female friends continue to prove themselves to be much better people than the men I date!!!!

To all my Galentines, a quote: "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." – Irina Dunn / Gloria Steinem

I don't know whether to feel sorry for these gals because obviously some guys dumped them and they don't have any plans to spend actual Valentine's Day opening a heart-shaped box of chocolates–or whether to sigh at the anti-male animus that seems to go with feminism like a flower and its scent.

Feminism doesn't just make men miserable. It makes women miserable. The best these gals seem to be able to say is: "Unhappy Galentine's Day." Would you really want to have brunch with any of them?