So, in light of the queen bee of all love days happening this past Tuesday, I thought I’d focus in on a Valentines blog post. Earlier this week, my brother posted a picture on Facebook of my young nephew, all decked out in his best v-neck sweater, a crisp, collared shirt underneath, and a stylish gelled ‘do. At the impressionable age of 5 years old, my nephew has already realized that on Valentines Day, he should dress handsome for school, “cause girls like it when boys dress handsome.” [insert melted heart here]
Knowing he is my brothers son, I am assuming also he already knows that ‘the handsome boy’ in class always gets the most Valentines cards. Isn’t it all about numbers at that age anyway?!
Well, whatever his reason was for dressing like a stud that day, he definitely scored a large haul of Valentines cards from his little classmates, which, based on the politically correct era we live in today, I assume looked alot like these:
Fairly tame, considering it wasn’t long ago that Valentines cards possessed a slightly (to put it gently) creepy stalker psycho-minded suicidal/racial “edge”?! It blows my mind that these would have made it past the art directors of our grandparents generation. “Great job designers! Nothing says I love you more than a depressed skunk threatening to end his life based on whether he receives love in return.” Here are a handful I dug up for you to enjoy, in all their romantic glory.