Why do we insist on eating hard, pastel-shade candies in the shape of mini-hearts around Valentine’s Day? Right now, I am eating some; I assure you they are really not that appetizing. In fact, a whole box is scattered on my kitchen table, and I am noticing that they declare, whoever is reading them, is “cute stuff,” and requests are made such as “kiss me,” “be mine,” and “call me.” Are we really willing to put up with the crusty taste and texture just for a few clever phras