I've a mixed mind about Valentine's Day. On the one hand, I believe the day is like any other, except it has been hijacked by capitalist pigs who will stoop to any level to make a buck, including extortion. On the other, it can serve as a reminder that we need to pause and reflect on our romantic love.
As for me, I bend to extortion by buying a card. I do not (at least not TODAY) go further down that primrose path, spending indiscriminately on heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, dozens of obscenely-overpriced roses, and diamond rings. I don't buy diamond rings on ANY days, not because I am a cheapskate but because I believe diamonds are not a GIRL's best friend but, rather, the fuel for greed of the DIAMOND MERCHANT.
I know, if there were a bah-humbug comment for this day, it would be in the dictionary next to my picture. Fine. I can live with that.
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I'm with you, only less diplomatic. ;-)
On many of the widow's blogs, people have been discussing how all of this Valentine's Day stuff just makes us all feel like crap. (o:
Bev, you have way too many friends to feel like crap! C'mon over here and we'll share some wine while rebuking V-Day absurdities! (Well, it's a bit early for wine, but stay awhile and I'll pour a few glasses...)
As you know, FRP, having lots of friends has very little to do with not feeling like crap.
T.
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