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Letter 38 – LMAO with Friends, Burlesque Beginnings, The Blues and Tiger Man
“A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.” –Thomas Carlyle
2/14/2012 – 12:56 a.m.
Dear Henry Miller,
Happy Valentine’s Day Henry Valentine Miller! I love you so much! I genuinely do. However, I actually think this is a stupid holiday. I’m not very romantic when it comes to this Hallmark moment. I think that it’s a ploy to increase the flow in our economy and to put expectations on people that can be unreasonable. Why can’t we give to others because we love them and wish to express that, on any particular day? Why do women expect roses that will eventually die or diamonds, baubles and jewels that really do nothing but make one a little more decorative or put them more in the spotlight for thieves? Or why do we like to receive yucky chocolates, bought at the last moment, in highly decorated boxes? I do love lingerie though. I would love new lingerie – sexy black thigh high stockings, long black gloves, matching panties, corset and a bra. Do you know how many fights I have been in with my significant others because of unrealistic expectations on this holiday? I once threw a huge bottle of baby powder at my ex-husband, which exploded into large volcanic, white clouds in the bedroom, because he didn’t do anything for me for Valentine’s Day. I was young and stupid. He generally bought me cheap, yucky chocolates, in an over decorated box, after Valentine’s Day, when they went on sale. Today, I feel so much better and emotionally stable that I have no expectations for this day. I didn’t even remember it was today, until I looked at the date when I began typing this letter. Do you think that I’m being cynical? Yes, indeed I am!! I do like this day because the name of it reminds me of you. I love your middle name. Continue reading