Valentines Schmalentines...

It's not that I'm bitter (I totally am), it's just that I hate Valentine's Day.  It might also be that I stayed up way past my bedtime last night making 40 chocolate heart suckers for EVILBOY's class.

My hatred of this commercial holiday began when I was a young girl in elementary school.  My first boyfriend ever didn't get me a Valentine's Day present.  I was horrified.  How could I show my face again without having a present from my boyfriend.  I mean, he was pretty romantic.  One time he wrote our initials on the wall of the school in snow.  Seriously, one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me.  For some reason, I didn't even get one of those stupid little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cards he was giving out that year.

I later found myself scanning my bedroom for an item I could lie and say he gave to me.  I finally settled on a little miniature Pound Puppy dog - and then I realized how stupid Valentine's Day was.

I was especially relieved when R. felt the same way.   No pressure, no expectations, it was just another day (and our bank account wasn't wiped out on flowers and an expensive dinner). It's not that he was never romantic, he was just spontaneous and romantic - and I loved it. A knock would come to the door and a dozen pink roses would be delivered or I would go out of town for a few days and come home to the entire house painted in the colours that I had picked out. 


Now that I am finished complaining about this holiday that is not really a holiday because it's just a big old cash grab, I want to share with you something I read on a calendar today:

"Une loterie d'amour, or "a drawing for love," was a popular Valentine's Day custom in 18th-century France.  Groups of unmarried people would gather in houses that faced each other (men in one, women in the other), and women would call out the names of the men with whom they wanted to "couple".  If men rejected ladies who chose them, the jilted women would then gather for a bonfire, where they would yell insults and burn images of the men who turned them down. This practice got so raucous that it was banned by the French government in 1776"

If we still had events like this, I would totally dig Valentine's Day.  Nothing beats shouting insults and burning crap.

Happy Valentine's Day friends. I hope you are doing lots of making out and eating lots of chocolates.  Don't worry about me, I will be on the couch eating ice cream and watching "He's Just Not That Into You" for the 40th time with my cats.

PS - It's not too late to send some pretty awesome e-cards like the ones above from

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