VALENTINE'S DAY.... WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?
Now that Super Bowl XLI has come and gone and the end of football as we know it is over until September, we find ourselves awash in red. Red, of course, symbolizes Valentine's Day, which in my honest opinion, is the most commercialized holiday aside from Christmas. Now let's look at the day and what it's supposed to symbolize. Traditionally, it's a day where lovers of all ages express themselves to their mates in a symbolic way; from kids exchanging cute little cut-out hearts to teens exchanging boxes of chocolates and as we get older, the stakes get bigger (much to the delight of merchants and flower shops everywhere). Next thing you know, you're buying expensive jewelry, springing for dinner at cozy restaurants with overinflated prices, roses (that normally cost $10 a doz. everyday, costing $50-60 on Valentine's Day), and for what? To prove to someone how much you like or love them?
Now call me crazy, but shouldn't your expressions of like or love for a person be a daily thing? Why do you have to set aside one day to express your feelings for someone? And why should what you give a person be a measurement of how much you like that person? I just don't get it.
While I don't want to "hate" on Valentine's Day because many of you live for it, I personally find it to be a joke.
Your thoughts? (discuss amongst yourselves).
On a related note: Have you ever found yourself "pining" over someone? I'm sure at one time or another each of us may have found ourselves being attracted to someone, only to find that for whatever reason, it simply wasn't in the cards for the two of you. Here's a story (found in today's NY POST) of "pining" gone a bit too far.....
SHE'S ASTRONUTS
BID TO NAB NASA LOVE RIVAL WITH BB GUN & KNIFE: COPS
By KATE SHEEHY
February 6, 2007 -- A love-crazed female astronaut, disguised in a wig and trench coat, toted a knife to a Florida airport yesterday to hunt down her rival - another NASA worker allegedly having a fling with the shuttle pilot she pined for, authorities said.
Wigged-out Navy Capt. Lisa Marie Nowak, a 43-year-old married mother of three, drove all night from Texas to Orlando International Airport to try to kidnap her much-younger rival, Air Force Engineer Colleen Shipman, officials said.
Nowak even wore diapers during her drive so she wouldn't have to stop to use a bathroom and potentially miss meeting Shipman's flight, authorities said.
Nowak was apparently insanely jealous over Shipman's relationship with ruggedly handsome astronaut pilot Bill Oefelein, officials said.
Nowak told cops she and Oefelein, a dad of two, had "more than a working relationship but less than a romantic relationship" and that she wanted to quiz Shipman about Shipman's supposed dalliances with him.
Cops said Nowak, a mission specialist on Discovery last summer, wore a dark wig, glasses and a top coat as she stalked Shipman from her predawn arrival at the airport to a parking garage.
Nowak carried with her a 4-inch folding knife, BB gun, steel mallet, pepper spray, black gloves and trash bags, authorities said.
But the sharp-eyed Shipman noticed the strangely dressed woman follow her onto a bus to her garage and then continue to tail her into the facility, cops said.
Shipman hurriedly got into her car, and Nowak tried to pry open her car door and pounded on the window, claiming she needed a ride and to use a cellphone, cops said.
When Shipman rolled down her window, she was pepper-sprayed in the face, police said.
Shipman eventually managed to drive to a tollbooth to get help.
Nowak was later spotted dumping items into a trash can near a bus stop. She was nabbed after Shipman ID'd her.
Nowak told cops she wasn't planning to hurt Shipman. She told authorities she "only wanted to scare Ms. Shipman into talking to her." She planned to use the BB gun "to entice Ms Shipman to talk to her." (With Post Wire Services)
kate.sheehy@nypost.com
Damn. Now if this was Cleveland, someone would say "That bitch's crazy!"
DOLLAR DRAFT MADNESS CONTINUES TONIGHT ($1.00 Bud/Bud Light Mugs)
nuff said
2 comments:
The one day I'm more than happy to be single (besides the other 364 days).
B to the...
I don't need gifts, dinners or jewelry. Just tell me that you feel the same way I do and that is more then enough for me. More then enough to make me the happiest person alive.
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