I hate the way this has become some sort of festival, or rather some sort of capitalist festival like Christmas has become, an opportunity to buy and sell things, market a 'valentine' experience. People have been taken in by it to the extent that they "celebrate" - which in a post Christian civilisation empty of true festival and ritual is understandable enough I suppose.
But it's still all so much bollocks really. If you love somebody you can celebrate every time you're together if you want to. Without the paid for paraphernalia of cards and disposable stuff.
As a healthy antidote I offer the beautiful young Chet Baker singing My Funny Valentine in that stoned strange strung out way of his - it's more erotic in a way than a million red cardboard hearts could ever be.
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