Ah, it’s that day again.

It’s so clich? to write commentaries about how stupid Valentine’s Day is. I’ve written two commentaries acknowledging the holiday, but neither were in favor of it. But I’m a much different gal now than I was then.

I want to glorify this day, because you know what? Everyday should be about love, man. Jackie DeShannon was right -?it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.

Maybe I’m becoming a sap, but I love this stuff. The candy, the squishy, cuddly teddy bears, the roses, the Hallmark cards – it’s all beautiful to me. And I’m not gonna lie – I never turn the channel whenever those “Every kiss begins with Kay” commercials come on.

That’s because I secretly love them.

See, all my life I was similar to Alvy Singer’s character in “Annie Hall,” especially in the opening scene where he quotes the old Groucho Marx joke about not wanting to be in a club that would have him as a member.

I know, deep stuff, right? Just a full-blown cynic, I am.

But deep down inside – OK, very deep down inside, like Grand Canyon-deep – I’m a big ole romantic like all women. I couldn’t help but shed a few tears when Diane Court breaks up with Lloyd Dobler in “Say Anything.” I mean, he gave her his heart, and all he got in return was a lousy pen! Come on, that’s just not humane!

And let’s not forget the quintessential romantic comedy, “My Boyfriend’s Back.” I mean, the guy dies trying to save the girl he loves, then he becomes a zombie and he eats people just so he can live long enough to go to prom with her.

I’m probably the only person in the world who saw that movie, but as a dopey-eyed 11-year-old, I discovered what true love meant. Thank you, Bob Balaban.

Aw. I was such a sweet romantic when I was younger. I mean, one of my first cassettes was Amy Grant’s “Heart in Motion” because it had her super hit, “Baby, Baby.”

And I can’t help but feel gushy inside when I listen to Andy Gibb’s “(Love Is) Thicker than Water.” That song always gets me, even if it is disco.

Maybe it’s time I throw in the towel and bow down to all the lovey-doveyness that surrounds this holiday.

If I’m lucky, TNT will show Meg Ryan movie marathons. I always thought she was a cute kid.

The opinions expressed in this commentary do not reflect the opinions of the Herald or the university.