what am i supposed to feel about valentine's day? at first i was too little to care what love was and valentine's day was meaningless save for the fact that my mom (!) used to give us kids little tiny easter basket-ish goodie bags with chocolates and pencils with hearts on the end, then i went through a romantic political phase when i was reading zinn and thought the hallmark corporation basically killed anne frank and love to me was LOVE in caps and needed no notices and any girl worth talking to just understood. but now i'm older and am wise enough not to know what the fuck to believe in. Love? yes. hallmark? still no. chocolates and heart-tipped pencils? okay. sex? yeah! being reminded by consumer culture to pick more wild flowers and kiss her more? yeah, alright.
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