.Being single has made for the best Valentines Days. Theres no pressure involved. I usually forget about it and when I walk outside, there’s an unusual amount of men holding flowers and storefronts illuminating more pink than the streets of a breast cancer marathon. What is not to like?!
Last year, I somehow managed to smuggle a bundle of balloons out of a fancy shmancy fashion week party. This year, I tried to continue spreading the love in ways that don’t come back in the form of an STD.
So when I woke up, I printed out some flyers and taped them up around New York for the more humbled of hearts.
I loved this experiment! I loved peoples reactions, walking by these places later in the day to find pieces missing, and the silly guys that would occasionally appear over my shoulder as I put them up, searching for a question that didn’t need to exist.
Photo from my attempt to spread love through the city with balloons, last Valentines Day.
Other than the increased odds of catching my favorite guilty pleasure movie on tv, my favorite part of Valentines day is the excuse to spend hours rummaging through my music for love songs (or breakup songs, depending on the timing). To stay up with the times, this year, I cracked open Garageband and made my first ever podcast.
Things included in this podcast:
Banter about Ike and Tina Turner
Love songs written for temperamental people
A really bad British accent. Like, really bad….I wouldn’t even call it British.