February 14, 2002
"We don't believe in saints," my dad used to say. "We're Jews." It was no biggie anyway. Even as a kid I could feel the fabrication of the "holiday." Personally I'd rather get flowers any other day than Valentines Day. That shows that my sweetheart is truly thinking about me unprompted by overzealous commercials of women in sparkly spangled bras or overpriced flower salesman. But everyone at work today is wearing red and wondering why I'm in beige. "I don't do Valentine's Day," I say, emitting a response of global gas face. "I'm Jewish." Like they'd even get it. Sigh.