Heart Day

It's a little late to do my usual blog rerun of Valentine's Day; I instead got a bit het up over bloggers attacking the mainstream media, instead of going after the pink and red holiday. I'm not sure exactly what the bigger tragedy is: bloggers who think they are journalists or the commercialism of romance.

Jessica and I went out for Mexican fastfood and had margaritas. Later, FG called me and said, "I am disheartened by Valentine's Day." My response will not go down in history in anyway. "Bummer," I said. "Bummer all around." And then I pointed out to her that by not celebrating the V-Day, she was not contributing to the exploitation of developing countries. I said, "Nothing says 'I love you' like child labor."

In the end, Valentine's Day is just, I don't know, one of those holidays I wouldn't mind eradicating from the calendar. It's right up there with President's Day as space-taker-uppers on the calender -- nothing more than a reason to either a) sell cards or b) have a huge big sale so people can go out and buy stuff. What we need is a solemn holiday where NOTHING is open, not even the movie theaters, and you can't buy gifts; a day where you're forced to spend time with the people you care about and tell them, face to face, without pink things or shiny balloons or a brand new bling, how you feel about them.