Danger-ish liasons
Ah, Valentine’s Day, celebration of lovers. Or perhaps more accurately, celebration of dimly lit rooms, Marvin Gaye and One Dozen Red Roses. And nasty, pasty candy hearts with creepy pseudo-English messages like “MAD 4 U” or “2 HAWT.” And endless parades of paunchy Cupids, because, let’s be honest, nothing says “I love you” like a flying fat boy with a deadly weapon.
I don’t see where all this kitsch comes from. Like most Lit majors and chocoholics I know, I’m a big believer in romantic love, and I’m all for showing affection — but this sentimentality is yanking my heartstrings in...
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