We have a few thanks to dispense for Valentine's Day:
Rome, for killing Christians.
Roman Catholicism for honoring the killed Christians.
Pope Gelasius I for designating the Feast of St. Valentine. His decision would be rescinded by Pope Paul VI, but by then it was too late to undo the celebration.
Valentine (there may have been three of them sharing the same name) for giving his (their) life as a martyr(s) to a hostile Rome.
Chaucer for turning the day into something romantic.
Hallmark for dramatically pushing the commercial opportunity in the day.
Wall Street, candy makers, jewelry sellers, teddy-bear companies, and the detritus of commercialism that exploits the relationship between those who care for one another for preying on insecurities and using it to lever us into purchasing stuff.
Commercial television, radio, the Internet, newspapers and outdoor advertising for their contributions to the selling and buying frenzy now associated with the day.
And last and least of all me - for reminding you who bother to come to this blog today or tomorrow that tomorrow is Valentine's Day and you ought to do something to note the event. In homage to Chaucer, that ought to be romantic, but in rebellion against the commercialism of our day, make it an act or write a poem (or if you're incapable of that then a letter), or show some kindness instead of making a purchase.
Now, I gotta figure something out myself.... because I really do love her and want that idea to be clear in her mind. And the commercialism of the event makes it clear is MUST be observed.
