If you don't like Valentine's Day, you're absolutely welcome to that opinion. I'm the one who wanted to stage Anti-Valentine's parties where people burned effigies of Cupid. If it was just another Hallmark holiday designed to sell greeting cards, flowers and chocolate, it might be okay, but this one plays on the deepest of human desires: to be loved. And to those on the outside, every sickening public display of affection or red heart decorative display threatens to send you into a furious rage. You want to grab that fat little cherub by the throat and squeeze until he goes limp and the obnoxious bow and arrow come clattering to the ground.
Burn, Cupid, burn. You were a troublesome imp at the best of times, and a downright bastard with bad aim at the worst. Don't sugar-coat this day. It's bad enough as it is.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - You don't need a day for love.
PPS - Browse for some Anti-Valentine's merch.
1 comment:
Okay, so I don't hate you so much anymore.
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