by Laurie Riihimaki It’s February, and all the candy aisles are stocked with red heart-shaped boxes filled with sticky caramels and nutty chocolates. There are giant teddy bears near every register. Florists are pushing roses by the dozens to everyone passing by! Valentine’s Day is near, and looming. Valentine’s Day

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There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea