Anti-Valentine’s Day

Happy Anti-Valentine’s Day

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Beekeepers and the bees who love them

This post was meant to commemorate a better holiday than V-Day. That would be St. Modomnac’s Day. But that was yesterday (February 13), and I’m a day late.

Anyway.

St. Modomnac is credited with bringing bees to Ireland, when they kept following him about. I’m all for anybody bringing bees anywhere. And since bees are often credited with being able to scope out mean nasty people, I think they’d make a good warning for a girl. If your bees don’t like your guy, then I’d say he’s not the Valentine for you. (I’d trust bees intuition over that of my dog or cat, because they pretty much liked anyone who would pet them.)

And lest anyone out there should think this post is in anyway autobiographical, let me hasten to say that there is a bouquet of roses on my kitchen table, and a pot of tea sweetened with honey that I’m going to share right now. And yes, he’s been out to my bees and passed the bee test.

Cookin’ up love

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What to do with all those heart’s you’ve collected this year? Why not make Cupid’s Flaming Hearts this Valentine’s Day? The recipe sounds yummy, and would make a perfect dish for Valentine’s eve. (Okay, so really it’s made with chicken hearts.)

Plus, the illustrations by this blog’s author, Pierre A Lamielle, are wonderful.

Unrequited love

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Unrequited love. That’s a hard topic. We’ve all suffered, one way or the other. Google “unrequited love” and it turns up over a million hits. Mostly for the sort of site that offers cliche advice about how to recover from unrequited love. The kind of advice that’s been around forever. We read it in Seventeen Magazine when we were first learning about love, we’ve read it in Cosmopolitan as we grew into love. Our mother’s and friends imparted it, and now we find ourselves mouthing the same phrases. The kind of advice that boils down to one phrase: Get over it.

Easier said than done, isn’t it? (One aside-Do men’s magazines ramble on about this disability? Do men suffer from unrequited love? Sure they do. They just don’t talk about it.) So I’m not going to give you any advice on how to recover if you’re suffering. There’s plenty of advice out there. I’m just going to give you a couple of nice literary blogs to take your mind off the pain of loving someone you can’t have.

At See Michelle Read, guest blogger Aimee of My Fluttering Heart reminds us of a greater type of unfulfulled love, the type of love for which all hope is dashed by circumstances. And Simone Ogilvie (a romance author courting the publishing industry—another type of unrequited love that I hope she can turn around) at The Romantic Query Letter and the Happy-Ever-After gives us a nice short post about the pain of unrequited love.

About that unrequited publishing love thing. If you suffer from it, and you write, you might try Help! I Need a Publisher!

Foxy hearts

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Some people think that the Roman festival Lupercalia (wolf-festival) was the beginning of Valentine’s Day. Wikipedia says that Lupercalia was celebrated on February 15 in ancient Rome. It was to “avert evil spirits and purify the city, releasing health and fertility.

Fertility. Ladies, we know what that means. Doing the dirty on a schedule.

The Catholic church came along and outlawed Lupercalia. In true high church fashion, they  co-opted the feast, the cleansing, the purity, and the fertility. They gave us Valentine’s day. Still sex on a schedule, but at least we get chocolate.

Deflated love

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Yeah, you know the drill. Eventually the gas in that big balloon of love starts to leak out. So you eat lots of chocolate. It doesn’t put the gas back in the balloon, but at least it gives you that lovey-dovey high.

Or does it? Supposedly it releases the chemical Phenylethylalanine (whisper that to your lover and see what it gets you) in your brain, leading to the giddy goofy feelings of first falling in love. But unfortunately, they say that the levels aren’t high enough to really do anything to us. They say that the levels aren’t high enough to act as an aphrodisiac.

But I say, if that See’s candy you’re eating is not making your heart pound, you’re not eating enough. Tell said lover you want a box of truffles and a box of P-nut crunch.

The martyred heart

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No me toques

It’s nearly Valentine’s Day, a holiday named after some poor martyred early Christian. We don’t even really know who he was. Or maybe there were even more Valentines than just one. We don’t know much about them either. There’s a lot of rumor and supposition.

Safe to say, there wasn’t much romance in their martyrdom.

The Anti-Valentine Countdown

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A whole heart can't hide the cracked shadow

Valentine’s day. Not my favorite holiday. But not my least favorite either. (That would have to be New Year’s Eve, when I feel forced by social custom to be jolly, giddy, and go out and have mindless fun. Eh.)

Normally I just sort of ignore the holiday. It’s hard to make romance fit a schedule; it either happens or it doesn’t.

Perhaps you, dear reader, are not a fan of hearts and flowers fun either. Or perhaps you have reason to dislike this holiday. So to you I give the gift of 7 days of anti-Valentine’s illustrations. One per day. I hope you enjoy them.