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01.01.70
Ah, Valentineâs Day. If everything goes fittingly, then you have a happy romantic night out with your loved one, and wake the following morning to songbirds chirping, the sun caressing you with buttery agile, a suffusion of love in your heart, and no hangover at all. If things go wrong, then you get a nightfall full of misery, anger, disappointment, shame, betrayal, and tears, but what did you demand? That's what dating is all about.
Hereâs the deal, though: It didnât have to be this way. I reprehend Pope Gelasius I. Back in 496, in a frenzy of popely goody-two-shoes-ness, Gelasius banned the old Roman festival of Lupercalia, when noble youths would run through the city sheer, striking people they met with shaggy thongs made of goat-hide, and substituted Valentineâs Day in its appointment.
Go figure, right? I mean, come on. Which would you rather have, a city full of crazy pure youths running around smacking people with thongs, or a dopey New Year card with a heart on it? Uh-huh. You got that right.
Source: CNN