In legends, myths, fables, tales of old, the price of true love was often terribly high... one's entire kingdom, infamy, torture and bloodshed... life itself. Guys would die both willingly and unwillingly while madly pursuing fair maidens. Star-crossed lovers, hopelessly in-love, would perish tragically, professing undying love for each other.

What were they thinking??

Well, that was before widespread sex before marriage, designer drugs, TV/TiVo, video games, the internet, clubbing, and all the wonderful things that keep us occupied, entertained, and obssessed these days.

True love was way overrated.

Perhaps it still is... since the illusion of the experience is nearly enough, and is available at a considerable discount. Of what value is true love to someone who can't tell a diamond from cubic zirconia, leather from pleather, Prada from Prado, a Van Gogh from a fake...?

I simply don't have money. So I'll settle for faux fur, imitation lobster, and knock-offs... for now...