It seems like all of our holidays are turning into high-fructosed shells of their former selves. Apparently Valentine’s Day has a deep-rooted history, and to quote Chris Tucker: “But who cares?!” And furthermore, history aside, I ask, who cares? I’m sure it’s great for the jewelry stores and pink M&Ms and cliches about love the world over. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t have much use for it, except maybe the drop of truth at the bottom of a cliche. Love is precious, and sometimes it is fleeting. Like bumblebees that are actually flies, together for a moment, and the subset of that moment in which they stay at rest ever so briefly for a wayward human to see. Love and the life it inspires comes around but not as reliably as a Consumer Holiday. Love love when you can; any day now just might be a holiday.