It is the worst, most-cut-your-nose-off-to-spite-your-face holiday we human beings have been stupid enough to come up withWell you wish upon a star/That turns into a plane/And I guess that’s right on par/Who is left to blame? — The Replacements’ “Valentine”, 1987What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on? I wouldn’t be surprised if, as you look back through your memory, it happened around this time of some year, when there is an almost explicit expectation to feel and express a societally recognized version of romantic love.