Valentine's Day is upon us. And to think we are still recuperating from Groundhog Day. That's February for you, a gray month of no big flashy celebrations, at least not until President's Day.
The busier many of us get, the less our demand for outside stimuli. But for those needing to set chronological coordinates, Valentine's Day delivers.
Valentine's Day, the event, evokes responses ranging from love to hate. It is often held in contempt by the ultra-sophisticated and the partner-less, which are two groups that can overlap. They dismiss the day as a merchandising hook for purveyors of chocolate, flowers or heart-shaped anything -- and a shot-in-the-arm for restaurateurs on a (preferably) non-weekend night. (Is that so bad?)
One reason to like Valentine's Day is that it's an occasion for which people get dressed up. One reason to dislike Valentine's Day is that only the women get dressed up. This is a generalization, I know, but go to a nice restaurant and observe the ladies in sparkles and manicures and their male partners in un-pressed jeans, their shirts hanging out.