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A Bitchie Valentine for 2011
Feb. 14th, 2011 05:35 amIt's Valentine's Day, which means in my mind, it's time for Bitchie Ann to surface. For those of you new-ish to the journal, you can read her history here. As you can see from the cartoon, she's changed a lot over the years, but bitterness will do that to a person.
With the candy everywhere with me dieting, the ads that remind that Jane Seymour's open-heart pendants will tell her you love her forever, and Valentine's Day promotions for everything from toothpaste to mattresses to maxi-pads, I've had enough.
Yesterday, I had the joy of walking into Victoria's Secret, which was decked out to the absolute Valentine's Day hilt. The perky salesladies raced to meet me as I'm sure I looked out of sorts, a man in Victoria's Secret probably to find a last minute gift for my girlfriend. They gave me a strange look of pity when I told them I was there to get more of a lotion that someone gave my mom for a gift. Walking the mall with a bright red Victoria's Secret gift bag just invites attention. Normally, I'd revel in such a thing, perhaps even telling them that the sale on edible underwear was FAB-U-LOUS, but yesterday's bout with Lenscrafters drained me of such a gleeful attitude.
(mental note: next time, just order the $#!+ online and have it mailed to Mom)
I drew this Bitchie toon last week, but my mood is more fitting today. Just a little sarcasm in the face of some overwhelming corniness.
With the candy everywhere with me dieting, the ads that remind that Jane Seymour's open-heart pendants will tell her you love her forever, and Valentine's Day promotions for everything from toothpaste to mattresses to maxi-pads, I've had enough.
Yesterday, I had the joy of walking into Victoria's Secret, which was decked out to the absolute Valentine's Day hilt. The perky salesladies raced to meet me as I'm sure I looked out of sorts, a man in Victoria's Secret probably to find a last minute gift for my girlfriend. They gave me a strange look of pity when I told them I was there to get more of a lotion that someone gave my mom for a gift. Walking the mall with a bright red Victoria's Secret gift bag just invites attention. Normally, I'd revel in such a thing, perhaps even telling them that the sale on edible underwear was FAB-U-LOUS, but yesterday's bout with Lenscrafters drained me of such a gleeful attitude.
(mental note: next time, just order the $#!+ online and have it mailed to Mom)
I drew this Bitchie toon last week, but my mood is more fitting today. Just a little sarcasm in the face of some overwhelming corniness.
