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Before you go crazy thinking I’m advocating for homosexuality, I’m not. I have no problem with any type of love, short of adult-to-child sexually (bad/felonious) and human-to-animal sexually (weird, felonious). Love whoever you want. If you read the Bible, or at the very least the New Testament portion, that appears to be the message. So love on whoever, but remember: Valentine’s Day isn’t just about spouses. It’s about kids, parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, dogs, cats, parakeets, and friends too. Love is all around us, no?
What gets lost in the shuffle is the male-male piece, because men aren’t supposed to do all that stuff, and the focus in most people’s eyes should be on the man doing something for the wife. I get it. And if the man is married, he should. But you can’t necessarily do something all day, and there might be some youth sports in there too, so you’ll have a few dead moments where you can text a little bit. And hey, the Super Bowl — the last norm-core unifying event we have as a society — was last night. Why not text a buddy about Aaron Donald? Why not text him about the ads? Why not text him about predictions for next year? Why not just reach out?
Break away from the work-family duality for a second.
So — aside from shooting a quick text or call to someone you haven’t been up with in a while, what else could you…
