Happy St. Valentine's Day!
Notice I added the "Saint" part. I think we should start doing that again, as a reminder that the day, dedicated to people in love and loving in general and letting people know we love them, isn't about the balloons that express the sentiment. I haven't heard anyone complain about the "War on St. Valentine", either.
Try as we may to control the way the human race responds to the stimulus around it, things go awry. St. Valentine's Day is yet another one of those holidays that the Catholic Church brilliantly grabbed and turned holy. Until the 5th century, people enjoyed Lupercalia, a fun fest that involved ritual animal sacrifice. The skins of the animals were they taken up by young men in goat who ran through the streets, slapping women with them. What fun! It was all about fertility, gods and superstition.
Pope Julius I finally put the kaboosh on that mess, substituting good St. Valentine. (Or, at least, some St. Valentine. We're not sure which one he had in mind.)
And here we are with roses, chocolate roses, little candies with all manner of messages, balloons, diamonds at the bottom of champagne glasses and moms struggling to make sure they have enough little paper valentines for each child in each class of each of her children. Yikes!
It's a lot of pressure. St. Valentine feels your pain. He was under a lot of pressure, too, what with being a martyr and all.
I do embrace the little winter holiday of pink cupcakes and "I Love You". As long as the "I love you" part is prominent, there is no down side.