Wordsmoker

I detest Valentine’s Day. I know that there is a religious significance to it—something about Cupid dying for all of our sins—but somehow that’s all lost in the sea of red foil, sparkling pink lamé, and workplace one-upmanship. I host this contest in the hope of reading a pure, concentrated form of anti-love vitriol, the likes of which the world has never seen.  However, this year, most of you, with a few exceptions, seemed to want to pay homage to the old-fangled emotion of l’amour. Well, that’s not against the rules; it’s just a little unrealistic and you should all know that you’re still vulnerable to romantic destruction. My advice is to get your next relationship tragedy over with soon so that you can live out the rest of your days as a bitter cynic. Read the rest of this entry →