Happy Valentine's Day

Here's a link to an entry which I posted last month about people I have loved (should have waited for today, but didn't think of it).

For those who love, who have loved, who need love, who long for love, who are lonely for love, for those whom love takes for surprise, and yes, even for the misanthropes (I'm looking at you, Severus Snape), this day is for you all.

The big class action case has settled

I am not going back to Iowa. Which is, on the whole, a good thing.

Although this means that I'm not going to be getting together with ann_totusek for sushi. :-(

St. Valentine's Day

Wow.

There seems to be an absolute storm of entries regarding Valentine's Day on my friends list, ranging from a lot (a lot) of people who absolutely despise it and want to lob a nuclear bomb at anyone who wants to wish them love or happiness on this day or dares to offer them chocolate, to those who have have turned their journals pink today and are sprinkling hearts and confetti everywhere. (Except heidi8, of course, who turned her journal pink five years ago, and never turned it back). Geez, lighten up everybody, all right?

Anyway, I had a good time with Valentine's Day with my family: cards, candy, special breakfast table set with heart-shaped plates. Try not to have apoplexy over this humble fact. At any rate, I want to draw attention to misia's excellent and practical suggestion that really, if you want to honor St. Valentine's day, you can do it by making a donation to Scarleteen, a sex education site for teenagers and young adults, which aside from all its other strengths is GLBT inclusive. See misia's post about it here.

And folks, let's tone down the froth-flecked railing against Valentines and chocolate and those who enjoy them (or dare to wish that you enjoy them, too) a teensy bit, okay? (Well, what I mean is, you can rage against St. Valentine's Day in your own journals if you like--as I always tell kijjohnson, "You can make different decisions than I do"--but not in my journal, if you please.) I mean, c'mon . . . it may not be your cup of tea, but no one is trying to shove bamboo slivers under your finger nails, right?