This is the Love Issue and Valentine’s Day is this weekend so I’m probably supposed to write to you about love. Or sex. But probably mostly love.
Except that I don’t want to write to you about love. I don’t have anything new or remarkable to say about it. I’ve never had a great love story. Yes, I’ve said the words to someone before, but I’m not even sure if I’ve ever been in love at all. And last time someone told me that they loved me I told them that they didn’t. That was fun.
So I’m not going to write to you about love, be it mine or anybody else’s. Instead I’m going to write to you about being happy. Because, contrary to popular belief, you do not need love or a Valentine to be happy. Maybe all you need are some high tech dildos (p. 15 ), some pornographic mac and cheese (p. 8) or the original rom com (p. 12). Or maybe you need your friends, or your mom or your cat. Or maybe you need your boyfriend because that’s totally fine, too. I don’t care what it is that makes you happy, as long as there’s something that does. And as long as you know that it doesn’t have to be love. Because it probably isn’t, and that’s so okay.
So do the things that make you happy this weekend, and maybe don’t booty call your hookup on Sunday. Just a thought.