Valentine.
You simply cannot get around it. It's that completely arbitrary and absolutely random day of the year again; February 14th - Valentine's Day.
I did some research. The first recorded association of Valentine's Day with love was in the 14th century in England and France, where it was believed that February 14th was the day on which birds paired off to mate. Hell, even Geoffrey Chaucer, the friggin' father of the English Language, wrote about it in his "Parlement of Foules".
Now, in those days, and for a long time after that, it was common for lovers to exchange notes, within which they declared their love for one another. Nice, eh? Then the 20th century came along, and soon notes were no longer enough. Halmark reared it's beastly head; chocolate and flowers then became the ultimate expression of love; lingerie soon followed as the thing to do. Halfway during the eighties, even the diamond industry began to promote Valentine's Day, as an occasion for giving jewelry.
So, recap - handwritten notes, followed by shoddy Halmark cards, followed by chocolate, followed by lingerie, followed by diamonds. Notice a trend, perhaps?
But, because I don't want to be the completely cynical bastard, and because I'm young, in love, and I got a minute to spare, I will post here a lovely picture for my personal Valentine.
If you're reading this, you know this is for you. I love you and I give you my heart.
Cheers
I did some research. The first recorded association of Valentine's Day with love was in the 14th century in England and France, where it was believed that February 14th was the day on which birds paired off to mate. Hell, even Geoffrey Chaucer, the friggin' father of the English Language, wrote about it in his "Parlement of Foules".
Now, in those days, and for a long time after that, it was common for lovers to exchange notes, within which they declared their love for one another. Nice, eh? Then the 20th century came along, and soon notes were no longer enough. Halmark reared it's beastly head; chocolate and flowers then became the ultimate expression of love; lingerie soon followed as the thing to do. Halfway during the eighties, even the diamond industry began to promote Valentine's Day, as an occasion for giving jewelry.
So, recap - handwritten notes, followed by shoddy Halmark cards, followed by chocolate, followed by lingerie, followed by diamonds. Notice a trend, perhaps?
But, because I don't want to be the completely cynical bastard, and because I'm young, in love, and I got a minute to spare, I will post here a lovely picture for my personal Valentine.
If you're reading this, you know this is for you. I love you and I give you my heart.
Cheers
4 Comments:
Thanks for loving me and for your heart. Because you can't live without a heart, you can have mine. I don't need two of them. I hope you will enjoy your suprise ;-) and hate valentine a little less.
-X- Marianne
Aww! I feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Have a wonderful Valentines Day!
PS Sebastian, i think you meant knock it off...though knock it out is waaaay funnier!
gee that trend scares the crap outta me.. maybe i am better off...
The pros outweigh the cons, my friend. The pros outweigh the cons.
Cheers
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