Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The naked commercialism of the most manufactured of all holidays is, once again, upon us. Let us vomit. Amen.
While I hate Valentine's Day with most every fiber of my being (this does not include the fibers of my being that have been longtime fans of flowers and those candy hearts with messages on them) and while I might come across as ambivalent about romantic love, I'd like to say for the record that I'm mostly in love with love.
I tend to throw around "I love you"s with about the same frequency as others say "Hello!" or "Your tag's out" or "Hey, wanna grab some (insert meal of your choice HERE)?" No, I'm not frivolous with my love. I just tend to live with my heart and being generous with love never seemed like a bad idea.
So, to all of the people I know out there (and, even to some of those I don't know), I'd like to say I love you, not because it's cupid-farting-hearts-out-of-his-ass day, but because it's just another day. And, no, I'm not bloody buying you a box of chocolates.