Saturday, February 16, 2008

Fat, winged pests

A most spirited friend chose to make this her Facebook profile picture for the "season". (The original is from here). It's my favourite Valentine. A shining beacon of truth and beauty – or at least soothing defiance – in the vast headachy sea of artificially scented red roses and heart-shaped candles. The local papers have devoted millions of serious column inches to the "day of true love", as one of them courted grievous bodily harm by putting it. All I can say is, once you've crossed 22 (if you missed the boat at 18), you should at least have grown up enough to pretend that your celebration is ironic.

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