So I guess I have to honor the day, or else the Whitman Sampler police will be onto me. Let me share the love with you, the only way I know how: the dysfunctional, disturbing and creepy way with questionable vintage Valentine's cards.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Happy Valentines Day, my little lovers and fighters! It's rather a ridiculous day if you think about it, isn't it? It's programmed people (ie: men) to think we're supposed to bottle up our feelings all year but make a 24-hour long, grand gesture on just one day of the year, or else we're supposed to feel guilty if we don't? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for suppressing icky things like feelings and sensitivity and emotions. But I'd rather be told "I think you're OK, sort of" occasionally and maybe bought a junior bacon cheeseburger from Wendy's once in a while than hear nothing all year and then one day get bombarded with overpriced flowers, retarded stuffed animals on motorcycles, and oversized cards that scream the song "Brick House" every time you open it. We can thank John Cusack for ruining the day, what with his quirky romantic gestures and nice-guys-finish-first swagger, setting all mankind up for an epic fail. You can't compete with a boombox and a mixed tape of English ska.
So I guess I have to honor the day, or else the Whitman Sampler police will be onto me. Let me share the love with you, the only way I know how: the dysfunctional, disturbing and creepy way with questionable vintage Valentine's cards.
So I guess I have to honor the day, or else the Whitman Sampler police will be onto me. Let me share the love with you, the only way I know how: the dysfunctional, disturbing and creepy way with questionable vintage Valentine's cards.
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Happy Valentine's Day to you also pally. I hope you and hubby at least maybe have something kinda nice planned for the day.
ReplyDeleteIm not too big into the day itself, Im usually a heart broken emotional wreck 9 out of 10 days anyways, so I dont need one special day telling me what to do as far as my feelings go that pertain to love and all that. Im the king of fools, you know where my heart sits, I dont have to tell you.
Being born and raised in Chicago, I had the chance to see and meet Mr. Cusack several times since thats his hometown digs too. I remember at one party I was at where he showed up and he wanted a drink, the host of the party pointed him to the kitchen where all the bottles were for mixed cocktails and so on and John had a damn FIT over the fact that he had to get and make his own damn drink because of who he was.
Yeah, hes an asshole. Hes put out a few good flicks over the years, but hes still an ass. I do of course love Say Anything and High Fidelity. Good stuff.
I was in a hurry earlier when I left you my little blurb about Mr. Cusack and I didnt take the time to actually look at the vintage cards and WOW, those are like cutting edge for back then huh? Talk about pushing the envelope. Man, Id love to have a box of those now, theyd be worth a fortune I would think.
ReplyDeleteI like the steak one due to my love of dead cow consumption.
Eat steak, eat steak, eat a big ole steer.
Those are the grooviest cards I've seen in a long time. Thanks for posting. I enjoyed my visit here.
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