Well, I'm having none of it! This afternoon I visited a friend for her birthday. And then this evening I'm attending my housemate's birthday party.
I was reflecting earlier that - considering how much I hate this day - I actually have some fairly good memories of it. Last year on 14 Feb, I was in New York and attended a lecture on a photographer. I also remember the year Lisa, Tina, Marleen and me (aka the dream girls) threw a 'pink party.' That was fun.
The best Valentine's day of my life, though, has to be 2004 when Michaela (right in Greek toga) organized a girls-only dance in our college dorm. We were supposed to come dressed up as an 'idealized image of a woman.' Yes, that is me below in the burqa.
Several years later, Tina and I cropped this photo down and posted it on an online dating site. We made a fake profile of a woman named "Kadijah" supposedly posted by her father who was looking for a husband for her. I think that's a rather appropriate use for a photo was taken on Valentine's day, don't you?
