Ah yes, folks: love it or loathe it, Valentine's Day is once again upon us. With it comes a new, limited-run daily feature here on Turned on Its Ear: Seven Valentine's Days. Starting today, and for the next week, I'll be looking back on some of the more prominent loving and loathing I've had the pleasure, pain or both of experiencing come mid-February. Think of it as a romantically inclined, shorter-running 31 Holi-Days.
I'd like to take a moment before we start to point out that this is an equal-opportunity series. As we're about to explore, it took me a long time to both find Rhea and get to the point where we are now: happy, committed, working hard every day towards a promising future. Today's kickoff post will be about today, and it will be appropriately lovey-dovey and celebratory. But that's now: prior to the current era, folks, I've had some doozys, and we'll be yukking it up over those stories before the week is out.
Checking in from time to time with my Facebook feed today, I see all of the public love notes. They should be there, but I also try to never forget that I wasn't always one of the people sending or receiving one. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that long ago in my life that Valentine's Day was as likely to be a hellish pink nightmare helmed by Cupid screaming "LOOK WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE" in a voice I'd always imagined to be similar to Gilbert Gottfried's. Given that, I always try to respect the lovelorn even while celebrating Valentine's Day. I'd also like to underscore the fact that this will be a series for everybody; let's just say that I don't necessarily think that Hallmark will be banging down my door for the publication rights once it's all said and done.
Look for part one later on tonight!