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	<title>Comments on: F You, &#8220;St. Valentine&#8221;, and Your Little Day Too!</title>
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	<description>Celery is gross. Do not put it in your tuna salad. Please, do not subject your chicken salad to the nasty crunchiness of its bite. For the love of all that is good in this world... Whatever that soup is, it does NOT need the celery!</description>
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		<title>By: dufmanno</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 18:30:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Holy crap. I never really thought much about the day itself except when I got married and my husband asked if I really cared about it. I began my indignant speech about how he better get it together and buy me something and then I stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I sounded exactly like my crazy ass mother. 
nycivan, that story makes me want to punch out a third grader even though I actually have a kid in third grade. One thing I do not tolerate as a parent is any kind of cruelty. It sucks, plain and simple.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Holy crap. I never really thought much about the day itself except when I got married and my husband asked if I really cared about it. I began my indignant speech about how he better get it together and buy me something and then I stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I sounded exactly like my crazy ass mother.<br />
nycivan, that story makes me want to punch out a third grader even though I actually have a kid in third grade. One thing I do not tolerate as a parent is any kind of cruelty. It sucks, plain and simple.</p>
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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rachel]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 18:15:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hear! Hear!

Never did care for this stupid fauxliday. Chocolates are nice though. I might go out and buy myself a box of chocolates. 

Today also just happens to be the day I up and moved out of my cheating ex-boyfriends apartment.

Yeah, V-day doesn&#039;t exactly mean &quot;LOVE&quot; anymore.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hear! Hear!</p>
<p>Never did care for this stupid fauxliday. Chocolates are nice though. I might go out and buy myself a box of chocolates. </p>
<p>Today also just happens to be the day I up and moved out of my cheating ex-boyfriends apartment.</p>
<p>Yeah, V-day doesn&#8217;t exactly mean &#8220;LOVE&#8221; anymore.</p>
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		<title>By: nycivan</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 16:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[this day is tied to one of my most vivid traumatic memories of stigma and fat hate.  it was third grade and when the valentine day card exchange was over, I was sitting alone in my class without a single red heart watching everyone else in the class reading their valentines.  I vividly remember one of the girls telling me that she and the rest of the girls gave cards to every boy in class except me.

here is the inverted stigma part of the story that I will only share with my FA buddies...  an observant 3rd grade teacher noticed this cruelty and partnered with the teacher in the next room who had all of his kids send me a valentine...   it was the special ed class and somehow in the perverted third graded privileged head of my peers getting cards from the special ed kids was not the consolation it was meant to be but spawned further teasing from my oppressors. 

Even with all that, and the fact that I have never had a valentine, I remain hopeful that I will get to be captain romantic someday with a special girl on valentines day....   but today...  treating myself to a delicious brunch will have to suffice.

Cheers,

Ivan]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this day is tied to one of my most vivid traumatic memories of stigma and fat hate.  it was third grade and when the valentine day card exchange was over, I was sitting alone in my class without a single red heart watching everyone else in the class reading their valentines.  I vividly remember one of the girls telling me that she and the rest of the girls gave cards to every boy in class except me.</p>
<p>here is the inverted stigma part of the story that I will only share with my FA buddies&#8230;  an observant 3rd grade teacher noticed this cruelty and partnered with the teacher in the next room who had all of his kids send me a valentine&#8230;   it was the special ed class and somehow in the perverted third graded privileged head of my peers getting cards from the special ed kids was not the consolation it was meant to be but spawned further teasing from my oppressors. </p>
<p>Even with all that, and the fact that I have never had a valentine, I remain hopeful that I will get to be captain romantic someday with a special girl on valentines day&#8230;.   but today&#8230;  treating myself to a delicious brunch will have to suffice.</p>
<p>Cheers,</p>
<p>Ivan</p>
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		<title>By: Evil Twin's Wife</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Evil Twin's Wife]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 15:24:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#039;re not romantics here, either. The kids get a heart shaped candy box and that&#039;s about it! :-)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re not romantics here, either. The kids get a heart shaped candy box and that&#8217;s about it! <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: whatigotsofar</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:56:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Screw SVD!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Screw SVD!</p>
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