Female Bum Behind Valentine Symbol?

Feb. 13, 2006 — The familiar double-lobed heart symbol seen on Valentine's Day cards and candy was inspired by the shape of human female buttocks as seen from the rear, according to a professor of psychology who studied the origin, history and symbolism of the Feb.14 holiday. Galdino Pranzarone of Roanoke College in Salem, Va., told Discovery News that he analyzed "essential literary and speculative evidence from mythology and secondary sources," which led to his theory. He believes one rather obvious bit of evidence is that the heart symbol does not directly duplicate the heart human organ. "The twin lobes of the stylized version correspond roughly to the paired auricles and ventricles (chambers) of the anatomical heart," Pranzarone said, but added that the organ "is never bright red in color" and its "shape does not have the invagination at the top nor the sharp point at the base." Pranzarone indicated that the ancient Greeks and Romans could have originated the link between human female anatomy and the heart shape. The Greeks, he said, associated beauty with the curves of the human female behind.

Almost time to spend a dime on yer sweety !

My contribution........

RED-NECK VALENTINE’S LOVE POEM

Collards is green my dog’s name is Blue and I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze Softer than Blue’s and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May. You ain’t got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo’re as satisfy’n as okry jist a-fry’n in the pan. Yo’re as fragrant as “snuff” right out of the can.
You have som’a yore teeth, for which I am proud; I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms, well, I’m in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to know, what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo’re there fer yore man, to patch up life’s trou bles and fix what you can.
Yo’re as cute as a junebug a-buzzin’ overhead. You ain’t mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt, you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack, my life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.
Yore complexion, it’s perfection, like the best vinyl sidin’. despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin’.
Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank, we go together like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine’s Day; They git it at Wal-Mart, it’s romantic that way.
Some men git roses on that special day from the cooler at Kroger. “That’s impressive,” I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. “Diamonds are forever,” they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won’t do. Cause yo’re too special, you sweet thang you. I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, more useful than diamonds... IT’S A NEW TROLLIN’ MOTOR!!

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