A Bitchie Valentine for 2011

[kybearfuzz]

It'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.

Comments

[itzgid.livejournal.com]

Now me, I wouldn't think twice about walking around a mall with a Victoria's Secret bag; I revel in the thought of catching someone looking at the bag. I'd grin, arch my eyebrow and say, "I know what *you're* thinking." As for VD, I'm with Bitchie Ann. Having watched no TV for well over a month, there was no one to remind me to tell Jane Seymour that I'll love her forever, and I didn't even realize that VD was today. But now that you mention it, I think a mattress can be a wonderful way to show someone you love them -- or that you want to love them.