Today I learned that Valentine's Day may have an origin even bloodier than the eponymous Chicago massacre.
If the internet is to be believed, Lupercalia was an ancient Roman mid - Februrary festival honoring the she-wolf who nurtured the abandonded twins, Romulus & Remus. The ritual began with Luperci (a sect of Roman priests) sacrificing goats (representing sexuality) AND a dog. The sacrificial blood was then smeared on the foreheads of naked Luperci. After the blood was removed with milk soaked wool, feasting ensued.
And Then...
But Wait There's More!
Men randomly chose from a jar the name of a woman to be coupled with for the duration of the festival. Some actually fell in love and married.
🎜I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
Most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love 🎝
🎜Love is strange🎝
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I wish you the best Valentine's Day, remembering even if you're alone, you can always...
🎜Love the one you're with🎝
Wow, Fascinating. I knew it was a dark day.
Yikes. My first "Valentine" was my fun and loving mother. That has always remained with me. It doesn't have to have romance for me to be okay on Valentine's Day. The origins you shared make it sound like it was only fun for the vicious men, not for the women and not for the animals. Yikes.