I've developed a more realistic perspective on what happens when folks get caught up in the trappings of manufactured romance that are hallmarks of Cupid's holiday. Take the 72-day marriage of Kim Kardashian and Whatshisname.
The common wisdom goes like this: that the myth of "some enchanted evening," when all is awash with the thrill of connection and the aliveness of new romance, is actually a delusion... a hormonally manufactured lie. But in this case, the common wisdom is a lie.
I have just published a collection of love letters from a Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize winner to the writer Brenda Ueland. There have been literally tens of thousands of tweets, blog posts, and letters to the editor flying through cyberspace debating the decision.