Nothing Says “I Love You” Like a Flayed Goat and Slave-Made Candy
Ah, Valentines Day. From your humble beginnings as a blood-and-guts fertility ritual in ancient Rome — young maidens lining the streets to get smacked around with pieces of flayed goat skin — you’ve become an ultra-modern $12 billion annual corporate juggernaut: young lovers lining up at florists and gift shops to get smacked around with cartoonishly blood-red hype, hearts, and marketing schlock. You’ve come a long way, baby.
This is for my fellow single people who must suffer through today’s crock of a holiday. If you’re sick of the cards, the hearts, the teddy bears and balloons, the fucking red everything everywhere, and all those commercials trying to convince you that you’re somehow defective for not happening to have a romance going in the month of February, then you may find these links a welcome respite from the insanity: (more…)
