Not a big fan of this “holiday”. Not a militant anti-valentinesist either. Just a mildly horrific experience from being in a class with only boys from age 6-8, or rather in particular a new kid who hadn’t yet realised that the pink and frilly stuff wasn’t my thing. Said kid soon learned. Now all the pink hearts everywhere just bring on a cringe attack at my abrupt and brutal 8 year-old self. Give me Sci-Fi and Lego and cuddly toys and let me read my book in peace.
Love, by Tim Minchin (whom I love):
Thinly Spread 