Valentine's Day traditionally brings several pages in newspaper classified sections featuring tiny black hearts followed by romantic messages. Perhaps it's a blessing that print editions are dying -- there's something creepy about all those black hearts, as if they bear a curse.
There are those who love to gossip and there are complete liars. I've always been quite open about being the former type. I can't drive, swim, or rearrange the furniture, but throw me a celebrity name and I can flap my gums for hours.