I love Halloween. Ditto Thanksgiving. I am all about the Fourth of July—bring on the fireworks and hot dogs. I even enjoy a good April Fool’s prank. In fact, there is only one secular holiday that makes me break out into hives: Valentine’s Day.
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For Valentine’s Day, instead of waiting for love letters that’ll never come — because who sends those anymore, anyway? — we decided to practice a little self-love in the name of St. Valentine by writing them to ourselves. We invite you to do the same in the comments. First up, Amelia gives herself some love… Keep reading »
Full disclosure: I am not a fan of Valentine’s Day. Part of it is sour grapes — I’ve been dumped on V-Day. Twice. Every year, I start looking for somewhere to point the finger, and I’m not necessarily talking about the index one. Who was this St. Valentine dude, and how did he inspire this holiday?
Unfortunately, not too much is known about him. No one knows what he looked like or even what his pre-saint name was. This is partly because back in the Roman days, a lot of Christians killed for their beliefs, and thus named saints, were dubbed St. Valentine. In fact, there were so many of them that in the official Roman Martyrology, there are three Saint Valentines listed as having died on Feb. 14.
There are lots of stories out there about who the St. Valentine was. The only things that seem to be consistent are that he was a priest in Rome during the reign of Emperor Cladius II and that he was killed in the year 270 A.D. After the jump, our favorite myths and theories as to the rest of the story. Keep reading »
Valentine’s Day is a minefield. Whether you’re single or hooked-up the potential for misery is high because, much like New Year’s Eve, it rarely lives up to its reputation.
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When you’re single, Valentine’s Day—with its flowers, chocolates and all-around coupliness—can feel like a cruel joke the world is playing to rub in the fact that you don’t have someone special. It can certainly be doldrums producing—but why let it be? This is one day where you have to take the bull by the horns, and then wrestle it into a teddy bear. After the jump, 10 ways single women can make Valentine’s Day into a celebration of awesomeness rather than a tear-inducing stressfest. Keep reading »
Personally, I’m not into lingerie being given as a gift. If my boyfriend gave me a super fancy bra and panty set — one that was clearly to be worn in the confines of the bedroom and not under regular clothing because all the bells and whistles would make for unsightly panty lines — for Valentine’s Day, I would be polite about it, but would feel kind of gypped. Talk about a gift for the giver! Anyway, our friends at The Gloss have alerted me to an even creepier version of this selfish gift-giving tradition. Knickermail, which of course launched just in time for this holiest of holidays, let’s the buyer pick which color panties they want to send and write a personalized message, and then off they go to the recipient. Frankly, I don’t want a totally random pair of tacky satin panties landing on my doorstep. For starters, who is going to be sending these? I would hope a long-distance boyfriend, intent on sending lingerie to his beloved, would take the time to pick out specific pieces that would suit her style and his boner’s taste. And a boyfriend who doesn’t live far away would just deliver his gift in person, no? The only other type of guy who would send panties in the mail is a creepy stalker, right? This is more like a KnickerFAIL to me. [The Gloss] Keep reading »