Valentine’s is a funny day for people. Some love to hate it and all it’s manipulative consumer-baiting tactics by boycotting all the Hallmarky chocolate-covered hoopla and locking themselves into their apartment so they can escape the madness in the security of their own thick scowl. And then, there are the others who have been waiting all year for the rosy-hued holiday plumped with love notes, cupids, long-stemmed roses jacked up way beyond all comprehension, romantic candlelit dinners, slinky pink lingerie, glitter and more sugar than anyone could possibly consume. If we’re having to pick sides here, I can safely say I choose Love. Big bold fluffy ridiculously overpriced Love.
I’m a sucker. What can I say?
The thing is, I could ultimately care less about the fanfare of one particular day, because as far back as I can remember, my aim has always been to...Read more