You know what's worse than people who make too big a deal out of Valentine's Day? People who make a big deal about how they're not going make a big deal about Valentine's Day because it's a corporate-invented holiday blahblahblah. Really? It's soooo horrible to give a little attention to someone you love, regardless of the reason? I concede that, for those not in a relationship, Valentine's Day can seem like a giant scheme to make you feel lonely and inadequate, all vulnerable confusion, like one of those pink, hairless moles. But it doesn't have to, just like weddings don't have to involve the Chicken Dance; you can make it what you want.

It doesn’t matter whether you’re a mohel or just a plain mensch, a goy or a Hasid, or even if you can’t tell the difference between a tuckus and a tchochke; you’re invited to sing, play, dance or just stand around and soak up the Yiddishekeit (that is, Eastern European Jewish cultural traditions) at Klezmerquerque, the Southwest’s Celebration of Klezmer Music and Dance.

It's not every year that Valentine's Day and Presidents Day are so deliriously close together, and it's a confluence that can't be ignored. After all, we have a new president in office who is objectively attractive, and it's only out of respect for Michelle that many women (and men) have kept discussion of President Obama's established hotness to a minimum.