My son bought a Valentine for the girl at school he likes. It did not look like this:

Because that is SO second grade and he is wise and mature beyond his 12 years. Instead, what he did was, he bought a white teddy bear, so fluffy and soft, with clasped hands. Inside the clasped hands he nestled a ten dollar gift card and then put it in a decorative bag. With tissue. And ribbons.
This is how I know it is serious.
Because today is also her birthday, he signed the simple blank card attached to the gift bag,
“Happy Birthentines day! From your manly friend, Kaileb. P.S. I am manly.”
He is so clever, that one! And humble as well. When I was twelve I was so poor and stupid I was making construction paper hearts with “Happy V Day!” hastily scrawled across the front with whatever marker was handy, then throwing them out at random strangers in a vain attempt to garner some interest, but not really caring if it went over at all.
These kids today. They don’t know how good they got it. I hope she appreciates the effort.
“Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.” ~Dorothy Parker
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













I don’t think I’ve ever had a valentine’s day present like that. She is a very lucky girl.