The first and last word on [tag]Valentine’s Day[/tag], for my money, courtesy of one of my favorite authors, [tag]Caitlín R. Kiernan[/tag]:
Screw this candy-assed Valentine’s Day shit. The [tag]Romans[/tag] got it right with [tag]Lupercalia[/tag]. Now, if you want to sacrifice a couple of goats and a dog to Lupa, then run around town naked, save for a bloody thong of goatskin — that’s a goddamn reason to get out of bed. This sugar-coated hearts and flowers crap? Not even a weak echo of a genuine fertility rite. Do it up good and proper, or leave me the hell alone.
The original post on Kiernan’s most awesome blog can be found here.