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I love you. Go to hell.

How polarized we've become in this nation.

Liberal. Conservative. Pro War. Anti War. Give the illegals amnesty. Or give them the boot. You're either with us or with the terrorists.

And then there's Valentine's Day. You either love it or you hate it. You love it if you have some sappy sucker who sends you flowers or chocolates or a big book of frisky-tickets. You hate it if you 1) have no one to share the holiday with or 2) either have no money or have no idea what makes a romantic V-Day gift. And of course you hate it if your significant other is the one who 1) has no money or 2) hasn't a clue that a new set of car mats and a package of Funyons from the vending machine at work do not constitute the perfect display of undying affection.

Even Amazon.com acknowledges this great divide. I saw this on the site today:


Valentine's Day: No matter how you feel about the holiday, you can save up to 57% on the movies that mean Valentine's to you.

In the spirit of this entirely contrived, capitalist-pig-driven affair...say I love you by spending money. And nothing says I love you like the two-disc director's cut of Hellboy on blu-ray.

Comments

Brianne said…
I got told I Love You with a fancy homemade dinner :) and love songs. And wine.
7:23 AM
Amy said…
My honey gave me a gift certificate for a massage! So we're both of the "pro-val" variety, I guess!
8:04 AM
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