There are those that, on a day like Valentines Day, are filled with scorn over the commercialization of such a holiday. There are those who believe that Valentines Day is nothing but an excuse for the haves to show off at the expense of the have nots. There are even those who would rather do nothing on Valentines Day than risk the rejection and loneliness to which they have already resigned themselves.

And then there are the people that send anti-Valentines.

They fancy themselves as cynical sophisticates. They are the folks who believe that “nothing says I love you quite like saturated fat and slutty lingerie.” They scoff at the shallow expressions of love that we hold dear.

But will we bow to their cries for something more profound? No. Will we heed the call for more meaningful expression and less wasteful spending on trite, overprices objects? Never. This is America people, where we know that at the bottom of that Whitman’s sampler box you ate in one sitting are the true feelings of the ones you love.

I for one, am proud of buying the roses for which I overpaid, the mediocre chocolate that I gave to friends, and the Scooby-Doo Valentines that tell my friends, among other things, that I care enough to extract the cards from their perforated edges and write “To:____ From: Lee” on the back once a year. If that doesn’t say appreciation, what possibly can?

Also, to the person who sent me this anti-Valentine: you get what you deserve.

Posted on February 14th, 2006 by Lee
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