Well, it seems to be that time of year again (no, not that time of year; the other one. On the left). Of course I'm talking about Valentine's Day, the soul sucking, Hallmark hallmark of love and/or bitterness, planted deviously between Christmas and Easter (or perhaps even more deviously between Groundhog Day and President's Day). As you might have already guessed, Valentine's Day kinda annoys me. Not only because I'm pretty much always alone for it, but, more importantly, because no one had the foresight to plan it so that the damned holiday always falls on a weekend. I think I'd like it a lot more if every year I could get drunk, forget my troubles, and sleep late the next day. Like the night before Easter.
But I do get the feeling that I'm not alone in my dislike of V.D. (yeah, it's an old joke, but tried and true). Obviously single people don't like it; that nearly goes without saying. It's my guess that there are many guys out there in wonderful relationships who also feel that Valentine's Day is somewhat fecal in nature, due to the pressure to get the right gift and pick the right restaurant and act 100% perfect. The only people who really like the holiday are a) greeting card, chocolate, and jewelry manufacturers, b) women who know they're going to get one or more from choice (a), and c) those elementary school kids whose teacher makes everyone bring in enough cards for the whole class, so that none of her eight-year-olds will have to feel the emotional pain of Valentine's Day until they're older and can handle the bitterness of rejection and the black biliousness of loneliness.
Or something slightly less poetic.
But in an effort not to just reflexively bash Valentine's Day as one of the current unlucky, I sat down and thought hard about what really bothered me about a day supposedly dedicated to love and the pure enjoyment of having someone with whom to share one's life. I admit to being cynical when it comes to human nature and this sort of thing, but I am a romantic at heart, and therefore it puzzled me even more that I just never felt as though Valentine's Day was really a special celebration.
I think my first problem is the mandatory gift giving. I mean, seriously, which is more special, a gift given that is not only expected, but actually essentially demanded, or a gift given that is surprising and thoughtful? Obviously the latter (unless it's surprising in a bad way, like a wake-up enema or something).
Seriously, though - when a present is expected, its worth and romanciness (it's a new word, dammit) diminish, at least a little. That's not to say that I don't enjoy getting birthday gifts or Chanukah gifts - everyone enjoys getting gifts - but how romantic can a gift given out of fear of retribution be? Yes, sure, Valentine's Day gifts are also often given out of love, but just imagine the most likely reaction to, "Oh, jeez, honey, it totally slipped my mind. Well, there's always Presidents Day." Again, I say, the gift giving is at least partially due to fear of retribution, humiliation, and/or castration (sounds like marriage, some might say, but without the occasional sex).
So given that the gifts aren't special surprises, and usually fall into the "stock gifts" category, what criteria does one use to determine the value of a gift? Why, its value, of course. Sure, a teddy bear holding a heart is precious, but not nearly as precious as a new diamond tennis bracelet - or so those in charge of the commercialization of Valentine's Day would have you believe. Why give chocolates when you can give jewelry? Well, for one thing, if you're like me, you can't afford jewelry. Hell, if you're like me, chocolate can sometimes be a stretch.
Which brings me to my second problem with the darn day - commercialization of love. I suppose it's not surprising; if the powers that be can turn Jesus' birthday into an excuse to put up gaudy light displays, spend half your year's pay on your children, and walk extra-slowly in front of me down Fifth Avenue, they can certainly convince you that your relationship is in trouble if you don't prove it monetarily in the middle of February.
And while I'm all for tradition, and recognize that candy and flowers and jewelry are very romantic, it occurs to me that maybe there should be better gifts to give a loved one to show your thoughtfulness than some run of the mill, holiday-specific crap they sell at CVS. But, no, these specific things have been defined as "romantic" in lieu of other, more useful, gifts. A magazine subscription is not romantic. A new hairdryer is not romantic. Hiring a professional killer to whack the guy who stood her up for the prom is a little romantic, but really more of a Presidents Day thing.
Of course the biggest problem with Valentine's Day is that it really has become a day that makes single people feel especially bad about themselves. My friend Amanda says that back when she was single she used to wear black just out of protest. Given, now that she lives in New York City where black is pretty much the required uniform, you wouldn't be able to tell that she was protesting, but at least the intent would be there.
I suppose from the point of view of a single guy, there is something to be said for a holiday that encourages desperate single women to get drunk and do stupid things (unless she and her friends have formed one of those one-night man-bashing cults, and then, my friend, you want to stay the hell away from that table at the bar). It's just that most single people probably stop and think, "Damn. Still single," at least once a day anyway. Why go and sanctify a day that does such a wonderful job of reminding we unfortunates about our current lot in life? Why not create a holiday celebrating being rich, so that poor people feel extra-bad? Or a holiday based on I.Q. that excludes the stupid? Just picture the greeting cards: "Roses are red; violets are blue. This is your day because you're not some dumb bastard."
The problem with all of this protest against Valentine's Day, though, is that deep down I'm really just jealous. I want to be the guy buying flowers for his sweetie. I want to be the one walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, getting dirty looks from guys whose shoes I used to be in (metaphorically speaking, of course; those guys have terrible taste in footwear). I want to go out to dinner and have everyone envy me. And I want a pony.
In other words, while I don't disagree with my above points, I'm willing to come clean about being a hypocrite. And I think a lot of single people probably feel the same way I do: we blast Valentine's Day for making us feel bad about ourselves, but secretly we're just envious that we don't get to celebrate as though we were members of the non-single community (I hear they get the good parking spaces).
During my tenure in journalism school, one of my classes had the opportunity to interview Dr. Xavier Amador, a psychologist at Columbia Presbyterian who had written a book called something like, "Being Happily Single in a Couples World." It was all about things the single person could enjoy in life even without a partner. However, I thought that it was somewhat telling that during his time writing the book, the esteemed doctor actually met someone and got married. So much for being happily single.
I know I've written enough on this site about how crappily single I am that it could fill a book of its own (albeit a small one). So this time around, instead of complaining about it, I want to ask the non-single people reading my column to do me a favor. Please, please, please look at your significant other and appreciate what you have. I know that being in a relationship comes with its own set of problems, trust me. But there's something honestly wonderful about having someone in whom you can confide, someone you can turn to when you're happy or sad or horny, someone who loves you just because of the person you are. Not all relationships are good; I know that. But if yours is one of the good ones, please don't take it for granted. My roommate suggests regaling your partner with long, romantic speeches like those in Tom Hanks movies.
And especially not just on Valentine's Day, I should add. Make sure that every now and then, you pick a random day to let your wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend/mistress/cellmate know how important he/she/it is in your life. Because, as I said earlier, it's often so much more delightful to get a gift when you're not expecting one (unless, of course, the surprise "gift" shows up on your doorstep one morning with a note pinned to the basket that says, "Guess what, Daddy!").
You might have noted throughout that I've claimed that Valentine's Day is simply about making single people go psychotic. That's not really true; it should also serve as a reminder to all of you out there in relationships: if you've got a good thing going, don't screw it up. As I said, I'm at ease with my hypocrisy; as much as Valentine's Day bugs me and as much as the card companies and corporations try to bastardize it into some cheap marketing ploy, I know it's ultimately a celebration of love and caring and affection, and in the final analysis, how can that be wrong?
Dammit. I really wanted to be bitter this year.
A native of Elkins Park, PA, Adam Kraemer spends way too much of his time repeating "K-R-A-E..." He moved to New York City in 1998 and earned Master's in Journalism at NYU; don't let his writing fool you. He feels he is best known for saying the things no one is thinking, but afterwards wish they had been. He spends his free time wondering where all his free time goes and why he can never come up with a decent kicker for the ends of his articles.
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2.6.02 @ 12:33a
I've never had a date for Valentine's Day. So the past 4 years here's what I did so that I didn't purposely blind myself with rose thorns:
I bought a rose for every woman in my office. Sometimes it's 15 roses. Sometimes it's four dozen. But everyone gets one.
You would be amazed at the reaction. Women who are single and don't get anything have cried. And everyone is incredibly appreciative. I felt like a V-Day Santa Claus. It made the day so much fun.
You don't have to spend a lot of money either. I'm sure you'd get similar reactions if you gave every woman a personalized Scooby-Doo valentine, too.
2.6.02 @ 5:31a
The above comment makes me very glad that I work at home. Alone.
That being said, I always make a big night out of it with my partner...we treat it like an anniversary, of sorts. "This is our 3rd Valentines" or whatever year it is...it's like a landmark for us.
Oh, and Adam? I like you better when you're bitter. (I'm saying this in the hopes of letting you know that I appreciate you...even if it isn't V.Day, yet.)
2.6.02 @ 7:35a
Thanks, Jack. You don't bring me flowers anymore.
For what it's worth, I am a big fan of both V.J. and V.E. Days.
2.6.02 @ 9:27a
Awww, Matt, what a sweet thing. You're right = most would also appreciate the Scooby Doo valentine, too.
My guy and I usually don't give anything for Valentine's Day because:
1) My birthday is so close to it.
2) There are only so many stuffed teddy bears you can give.
So we usually plan on skipping off for a weekend together sometime in the month of February so we can do something special and different. This year we'll drive to Omaha and goof around for a couple of days.
Yeah, I know. But when you live in Des Moines, Omaha is Shangra-la.
2.6.02 @ 10:08a
So what does that make Shangra-la? It's all about the insurance, isn't it?
2.6.02 @ 10:37a
Terrific column Adam! Valentines always gave me a head cold (until this year, awe shucks). I'm still wondering what that means.
2.6.02 @ 10:42a
Magazine subscriptions can be romantic. Question: Does the fact that a letter to a sweetheart is typed on a computer and not handwritten dilute its romanciness (nice word)?
2.6.02 @ 10:57a
Jill - I think it means either a) that you were never engaged before or b) that you still have a week to get a head cold.
Mike - I'll let the women handle that one, though I expect that with my handwriting, a typewritten confession of love might even be more romantic.
2.6.02 @ 11:15a
Nope. I'd rather have a hand-written one, regardless of how bad the handwriting is. Handwritten notes, cards, letters and so on never lose effectiveness or sincerity.
Adam, if I got hot over insurance, I'd stay in DSM. Next to Hartford, we're it as far as insurance goes. Wa-hoo.
2.6.02 @ 11:16a
Magazine subscriptions can be romantic.>
Nothing says "I love you," more than a subscription to The Sporting News.
2.6.02 @ 11:19a
I'd rather just have someone who remembers to close their html tags.
2.6.02 @ 11:27a
Okay, so what's so special about a hand-written card? The language doesn't change. What about a choice between handwritten and Hallmark?
2.6.02 @ 11:35a
I just think a typed letter or something is so impersonal and distant and cold. I've done it. It's funny in retrospect, but it is pretty ridiculous if you ask me.
2.6.02 @ 11:42a
Hey, Emails are typed, and they can be very romantic and/or sweet. I don't think handwriting is anything special. If he means it, he means it, and what does it matter whether it's cursive or print, serif or sans?
2.6.02 @ 11:50a
Why does it have to be a he?
2.6.02 @ 11:53a
Because women only write love notes when it's unrequited. It's in all the classic novels.
2.6.02 @ 12:02p
If you're reading e-mail, you've already subconciously resigned yourself to typed text. The content can still be very sweet, or kind, or angry...but you never consider for a moment that it might not be typed.
I find that a hand-written letter, on any topic, not just romance, is more personal. Typing is fast and easy - actual writing, with a pen or pencil, takes time and effort. It's also identifies the sender...anyone can type a message and put someone's name at the end. (I'm not being paranoid, I just think the handwriting makes the message more uniquely part of the sender).
Handwritten notes/letters win.
2.6.02 @ 12:03p
That said, I tend to type rather than write. It's faster and easier.
2.6.02 @ 12:20p
Yeah, but we hypocrites have to stick together.
I would imagine that the stationery companies took a big hit with the advent of e-mail.
2.6.02 @ 12:26p
Hallmark took a big hit, too, because people started sending e-cards. Hallmark initially charged for e-cards, then realized that wasn't going to work, so now you can send free official Hallmark e-cards, too.
Roger's got it. The time and thought involved with handwritten stuff makes the receiver feel a little more special.
2.6.02 @ 12:29p
Mike, it has to be a he because I wrote it and I don't want romantic letters, handwritten or otherwise, from women. You heard it here first.
2.6.02 @ 12:36p
You're saying you wouldn't be touched by a flowery heart-felt missive from, say, Ellen?
2.6.02 @ 12:36p
Jael - smoochie booches.
2.6.02 @ 12:39p
Okay, if it's Tracey, that's different. ;)
2.6.02 @ 12:40p
You know who your food mama is, don't you kitten? :)
2.6.02 @ 12:42p
First jello wrestling, now this?
2.6.02 @ 12:44p
I think I'm coming down with something.
2.6.02 @ 12:52p
I warned ya.
2.6.02 @ 12:57p
Tracey: you're my food mama.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled glibfest.
2.6.02 @ 1:01p
Or, in this case, glibfeast.
2.6.02 @ 1:17p
Nothing says "I love you" like a little handwritten note. Especially if the words on the note say, "I love you."
2.6.02 @ 1:35p
That's almost a Deep Thought, Matt. Bravo.
2.6.02 @ 2:10p
Anyone know where the association between St. Valentine and romantic gifts started? The no research I did on it didn't turn up anything.
2.6.02 @ 2:43p
St. Valentine loves Adam anyway
2.6.02 @ 2:58p
I guess the problem is falling into "comparative desuetude." Never want to do that.
2.6.02 @ 3:00p
That "no research" line is beautiful, Adam.
2.6.02 @ 3:02p
Thanks. I should have put it in the column.
So what's the most romantic thing you people have ever done/had done for you for V.Day?
2.6.02 @ 4:42p
Nothing? That's so sad.
2.6.02 @ 4:52p
You might want to give the world more than 100 minutes to come up with something. Some of us have jobs.
I did like the stuffed elephant I got from Chris Weinkopf circa V-Day 1994, tho. (Know what makes that romantic? Low standards.)
2.6.02 @ 4:58p
Yeah, but I seem to recall that's also why you were with him.
2.6.02 @ 5:09p
Back in singles days, a flirt-friend/work colleague and I used to compete to see who could out-tacky the other with objects of affection. My personal best was giving her a "bondage Barney" (yes, the dinosaur) that I'd decorated.
2.6.02 @ 5:24p
There's just something very wrong and warped about that, Russ. I love it.
2.6.02 @ 7:11p
I think that's illegal in eight midwestern states.
2.6.02 @ 10:02p
Interestingly, I think if pressed, I could actually name 8 midwestern states. Worship me.
2.6.02 @ 10:40p
You da man, Adam. You da man.
2.7.02 @ 1:49a
Adam - I once received a single red rose from a co-worker, a woman I hardly knew. I thought it the most incredibly romantic thing, until I discovered she'd given one to every guy in the office. Then I realized she was just a tramp.
2.7.02 @ 9:15a
Did: wrote a silly poem that won an alternative mag contest, netting me and the boy a posh dinner, tickets to a comedy club and drinks at a cool bar.
Got: A handwrittenletter declaring love and lasting adoration. Yep. That's the one I married.
2.7.02 @ 9:40a
I was actually once broken up with about a week before Valentine's Day, but my girlfriend at the time had already gotten my gift, so I now have this cute, but meaningless little bear sitting on the windowsill of my old bedroom. It would have been quite a nice gift, too. I'm still not sure I won't give it to someone else one of these years.
2.7.02 @ 9:56a
Take it to a children's hospital instead. Someone there will appreciate it more.
2.7.02 @ 9:57a
They have hospitals for children?
2.7.02 @ 10:00a
Or just eviscerate it.
2.7.02 @ 10:01a
That might be more fun. Or I could eviscerate it in front of the kiddies. Teach them a thing or two.
2.7.02 @ 10:11a
Just when I think I have you pegged, Adam, you bounce back. Good thinking!
2.7.02 @ 11:01a
Thanks. Perhaps I could even show them how little a Valentine's Day heart actually resembles a human heart.
2.7.02 @ 11:08a
And then you can eat it, to demonstrate the pitfalls of real life.
2.7.02 @ 11:23a
Even better: I can have a really attractive girl eat it.
This might also get the kids interested in watching "Survivor."
2.7.02 @ 11:34a
Plus, before you have her eat it, you can sprinkle some spices on it, complete with a BAM!!, and that way you can get them into Survivor AND Emeril! And emotional pain.
2.7.02 @ 12:06p
Actually, I think Emeril's sitcom was enough emotional pain for anyone.
Have I mentioned yet the really hot girl who was kissing me at the bar on Friday only to leave with some other guy?
2.7.02 @ 1:18p
Adam, you forgot to mention that the "hot girl" was his mom and the "other guy" was his father.
2.7.02 @ 1:55p
Matt, you forgot to continue writing in the same person.
And there was nothing (well hardly anything) oedipal going on. Though the girl did leave with my dad. Actually, a few of my friends have taken to singing "Dreams of Adam's mother naked" to the tune of "Californication." I don't particularly approve.
2.7.02 @ 1:59p
Wow, Matt's post is confusing. So, Adam, pictures?
2.7.02 @ 2:05p
Whoops. Maybe I should reread my entire post after changing part of it.
So Adam, you never did tell us the story behind your above post. Was the "other guy" Brad Pitt?
2.7.02 @ 2:08p
No, actually. What happened was I was hanging out with a group of friends, and this girl was a friend of a friend. Long story short, we all went to a second bar, where I saw her talking to some other guy. I walked up, he introduced himself, and I said, "You look like a music producer," to which he surprisingly responded that he was, and showed me a card to prove it. I was well on my way to not being able to form coherent sentences by then, so when the two of them took off together (after another kiss on my cheek from her), I spilled my beer and left.
What have I learned from all this? Be soberer the next time I see this girl.
2.7.02 @ 2:10p
On the other hand, I did something I've never done before: I told her point blank that I didn't want to be her friend. I explained that I already know too many women with whom a relationship (or 'other') was cut short by becoming friends. So I just told her up front, "I don't want to be your friend that you complain about other guys to." That's what led to the original kissing.
2.7.02 @ 2:12p
Oh, I should have read back further. Mike - pictures of this girl or of my mom? Please say "the girl."
2.7.02 @ 2:31p
I think Mike already has pictures of your mom. And Mike, if you don't, I'll send you some for a small fee.
2.7.02 @ 2:46p
I'm not sure if I should be insulted that you're only charging a small fee.
2.7.02 @ 2:53p
At Adam's request: the girl.
But we all know the truth.
2.7.02 @ 3:02p
Well, in that case, not yet. Maybe after this weekend.
2.7.02 @ 3:40p
Don't come back without them! Go for the gold, Lemonde!
2.7.02 @ 3:57p
Well, we'll see. She is the best looking girl who's been even sorta into me in a while. Though her friends tell me she's got issues, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
2.7.02 @ 4:08p
Issues are always a bad thing.
Then again, what single person our age doesn't have issues? (I mean, beside myself of course.)
But it is better to know the issues going in, than to be blindsided by them down the road.
2.7.02 @ 4:22p
Okay, sounds good, although this is getting very Penthouse Forum-ish. Best bet: next time you see her, yell something like "I OWN YOU!" as you run towards her with a net.
2.7.02 @ 4:31p
Or, regardless of who she's with, just walk right up, don't say a word, and plant a world-rocking kiss on her.
Then simply turn and walk away.
2.7.02 @ 4:54p
All things considered, I think I like Matt's suggestion better.
2.7.02 @ 5:28p
Wow, this is like an Intrepid conference call....
2.7.02 @ 5:44p
Yeah, leave it to the three single guys to go back and forth about how to pick up chicks.
When you think about it, none of us have a leg to stand on.
2.7.02 @ 5:49p
Why do you think I'm so comfortable being a hypocrite? I'm the Intrepid Media relationship writer who isn't in a relationship. Go figure.
2.8.02 @ 12:02a
Handwritten notes/letters: The winner, because the handwriting itself subconsciously tells you whether a person is lying or not. Plus, when you read an e-mail, you can't see where a person backspaced over a thought, but with a handwritten note, you can. It's those little things that give you more of an insight into the person with whom you correspond.
Interestingly enough, I am working on a series of articles that have something to do with some personal letters I came across recently. I am having a little difficulty with it, if only because you can't transcribe with the keyboard what you see and feel by looking at a piece of paper that another human actually touched and to which he or she committed their deepest feelings.
michelle von euw
2.8.02 @ 1:22p
A long time ago, Russ wrote: Nothing says "I love you," more than a subscription to The Sporting News.
And that is exactly what I got my husband for V-Day.
2.8.02 @ 1:43p
As a not huge sports fan, I think I'd have to wonder how well my girlfriend/wife knew me if I received a subscription.
2.8.02 @ 1:47p
Michelle, I've asked you this once before, but will you marry me?
2.8.02 @ 2:14p
Gosh, Michelle...I think I love you, too. Not because I want a subscription to my own magazine. But because you remembered something I mentioned casually two days ago and realized that it was a good idea.
Oh..and you bought a subscription to my magazine!
2.8.02 @ 3:53p
Okay. I dare any of you to buy subscriptions to any of the publications I edit on a daily basis.
lee anne ramsey
2.11.02 @ 3:32a
This makes me think of an event from my college days: a good guy friend of mine and I did the whole "if we don't have dates for valentines day we'll have a date with each other" thing, in order to make sure that we would both - at very least - go bowling and drink some bud and have a fun time on the dreaded holiday.
Turns out, due to reasons that I no longer fully remember, I got in a HUGE argument with a different good friend of mine on that day and ended up bailing so that I could patch things up (known in my circle as the "st. valentines daily massacre" - don't know if Jael remembers that, but she does have a partial role in the story).
Long story... short?... I always think of the guy who I bailed on for the bowling date on Valentines Day some time in the early 1990s - which is sort of bizarre, but I guess the moral of the story is: valentines day doesn't have to be about romantic love. Sometimes it's about appreciating the love in your life - whether it be friendship love or lover love.
lee anne ramsey
2.11.02 @ 3:34a
Just thought I needed to break up this single male bonding fest.
BTW, on a completely separate note, last night I watched a rerun in my new zealand hotel room of The Bionic Woman.
2.11.02 @ 8:24a
Hold on, Lee Anne, is that supposed to be a good Valentine's story or a bad Valentine's story?
2.11.02 @ 9:00a
Ooh -- here's something I don't recall. Lee Anne, was I involved through TUTV or through Sheinkin? I'm always up for being reminded of things... almost always.
And you're just infinitely cooler than I am. New Zealand. Damn.
2.11.02 @ 10:09a
valentines day doesn't have to be about romantic love. Sometimes it's about appreciating the love in your life - whether it be friendship love or lover love.
I agree. Conversely, what it shouldn't be about is agreeing to a date just because you are desperate or bored. I tried that last year, and the card and dinner weren't enough to make up for the emotional drama that followed.
2.11.02 @ 10:27a
My current Valentine's Day plans are go home from work and make a big bowl of pasta to eat while watching something on TV. If these plans change, you people will be the first to know. (The problem with getting my paycheck on the 15th.)
2.11.02 @ 10:37a
I think most people are officially moving Valentine's Day to Saturday so they don't have to plan around their work schedules.
2.11.02 @ 10:41a
I want to move mine to Friday, if that's okay with everyone.
lee anne ramsey
2.12.02 @ 4:27a
Adam, I think it's a little bit good and a little bit bad.
You should have Valentine's Day with your Cute Boyfriend (or Cute Girlfriend, whichever applies) whenever you feel like it. I'm going with that theory, of course, because on the 14th I will still be in New Zealand because it won't stop raining.
lee anne ramsey
2.12.02 @ 4:29a
Psst Jael - The key to the story is in the title: st. valentine's DAILY massacre.
And we all know there is no way I could ever be cooler than you are.
2.12.02 @ 9:55a
Actually, I have no idea what I'm doing Friday, but since I don't get paid 'til then, my Thursday night is likely to be uneventful.
2.12.02 @ 10:14a
My honey and I were going to cook on Valentine's Day, but because Lent starts tomorrow -- I'm going on the famous Campaign For a Healthier Jael and he's going veggie -- we're feasting tonight instead.
Daily. Ah. Got it.
2.12.02 @ 2:54p
we're feasting tonight instead.
Being Fat Tuesday and all. :)
2.12.02 @ 3:06p
2.12.02 @ 3:22p
Tracey: exactly. It's all about the Gras.
lee anne ramsey
2.12.02 @ 3:56p
Lent is coming up soon? Just in time to re-start all those New Years Resolutions that I forgot about in February!
2.12.02 @ 5:19p
Isn't it still February?
lee anne ramsey
2.12.02 @ 6:46p
Yes, but New Years Resolutions don't usually last a day past January 31st for me.
2.12.02 @ 7:14p
I'm impressed that you make it that far. Mine usually last 'til the next weekend.
lee anne ramsey
2.12.02 @ 10:36p
New Years Resolution was to give up french fries. Not easy.
2.13.02 @ 8:55a
I never make New Year's Resolutions, but have done something every Lent for about 10 years. I think the difference is the forty days thing. If you try you can give up just about anything for that long -- I've done fried foods, chocolate, soda, coffee, cheese, and/or desserts (in various combinations.) Had a serious debate with a friend over whether Lent or year-round Judaism is a more difficult dietary restriction.
2.13.02 @ 9:22a
Well, in so far as Judaism isn't a dietary restriction....
But I know what you mean. I think not being able to mix milk and meat is pretty tough (no turkey and cheese sandwiches), as is the whole avoidance of shellfish.
I have a friend who regularly gives up Lent for Lent.
2.14.02 @ 2:12p
By the way, now that it is Valentine's Day, I'm thinking I was right the first time. It sucks.
2.14.02 @ 3:43p
I think the only reason I noticed it was Valentine's Day is because someone handed me a heart-shaped box of chocolates. After all, the decorations have been up for a month or more now. It's a good thing I gave up giving up chocolate for Lent.
michelle von euw
2.14.02 @ 3:52p
I just made dinner reservations at the Naked Fish. I think everyone should spend Valentine's Day at place with the word "naked" in the title.
2.14.02 @ 4:03p
That's why I'm going to naked my house.
2.14.02 @ 5:14p
In case anyone didn't already know, Feb. 15 has recently become known as RU 486 Day. Learn it, love it, but try not to live it.
lee anne ramsey
2.15.02 @ 2:52a
I was going to post this in Michelle's TV article, but realized it belonged here.
Temptation Island 2 - series finale on Valentines Day? I am so sure that show is getting high ratings from all the "Anti Valentine's Day" parties. Could it be less romantic?
2.15.02 @ 10:28a
Sure. Everyone on it could look like my 11th Grade English teacher. Including the guys.
Or they could add a Fear Factor factor to it all, and have everyone wear leeches in their bathing suits.
I think both of those suggestions would make it less romantic.
2.15.02 @ 3:44p
VDay: The last word...
2.15.02 @ 3:55p
Wow. That just brought a tear to my eye.
2.15.02 @ 4:02p
Yup. The Onion rules.
2.15.02 @ 5:13p
I was particularly impressed by the t-shirt they had available last year which read "I ¢¾ Fisting." Now there's a Valentine's Day message for ya.
2.15.02 @ 5:14p
Dammit. That was supposed to be a heart.
2.14.06 @ 6:53p
Just wanted to bump this for the day.
I know. Cheap theatrics.