Any previous year I would’ve sat back and, with the general Valentine’s Day cynicism, scoffed at the abominable materialism of the whole holiday; how Wal-Mart sells giant plush animals for ten times the cost of any rustic carnival; how I used to be forced into bringing silly little Godzilla Valetines taped with Dum-Dums to my entire fourth-grade class; and how anything Necco produces is the sheer antithesis of “good.”
This year, however, things are a little different. What’s wrong with pandering to the extortionists if you’re doing it to show a loved one you care? Most things, I’m sure. But still. This year, I’ve given in to the Valentine’s Day phenomenon and, as of now, don’t regret it. I’ve got a wonderful girlfriend, and I want to show her I care. (I had a dream last night that I bought her mixed nuts, and I ate a handful of them. She ate the Brazil nuts, which was gross. When I woke up, I said to myself, “Psh, more like Fathers’ Day, if you ask me!”) So, I’ve made a little tribute to her, a recent addition to the site [link removed]. Happy Valentine’s Day, Kristen!
One of these days I’m going to find out if Valentines Day has an apostrophe in it. One of these days.