“Valentine’s Day has always been about sorting according to status. And also about griping about the injustice of status sorting. You know this from your grade-school days. Perhaps you were the envy of the school, garnering more Valentines than your fellow classmates. More likely, you spent Valentine’s Day fretting and disappointed. Perhaps you even convinced yourself you didn’t care about Valentine’s Day at all. The oldest known Valentine’s Day poem, Geoggrey Chaucer’s “Parliament of Foules,” describes a Valentine’s Day on which nature commands a flock to take their station according to rank. The birds of prey are on top, the birds that eat worms next, water-fowl below them, and lowest are those that eat seeds. Three guy eagles make their case for the hand of a girl eagle. But before she can decide, the lower order birds object. What follows is a crazed debate among the birds. In other words, politics as usual. And Valentine’s Day as usual. In the end, the girl eagle bows out, asking nature for another year to make her decision. None of the eagles is matched. I spent this Valentine’s day like I have every Valentine’s day for several years. I read “Parliament of Foules,” drank as much whiskey as my constitution would allow, and renewed my vows against politics and in favor of falling in love when you can with whom you can. That eagle chick was on to something.”
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