I'm leery in general of St.-anything holidays, especially knowing, when I do, that they're crap and that the "historical" traditions of the holidays are made up of dozens of bits and pieces of different conflicting ancient myths and religions co-opted and anally-raped by the Catholic church.

So I propose that today we celebrate something more historically accurate: The St. Valentine's Day Massacre! The most spectacular mob hit of all time! I think a big street party with fake machine guns and fedoras would have much more mass appeal than lace, hearts, dead flowers, perfume, and widespread, consumeristically-driven accusations of insincerity. We could even make the machine guns out of chocolate. It'd be great. ;)

Ooh, hey! It's the TNG episode with the birth of Molly O'Brien! *scampers off to geek out*