There’s an article on the Washington Post site about a flower shop struggling to survive. Good? How badly do we really need flower shops?
I never really gave them much though till I moved to New York City, where they are more common than coffeehouses and tourists. Flowers are pretty, OK fine, but what purpose do they serve other than serving as a stand-in for emotions we probably don’t have (I’m sorry your cousin died) or for emotions we wish others would have (you’re going to let me fuck you).
There’s probably some environmental cost attached to it, too, but no one seems to care about the planet. Really, they don’t. Thankfully, the planet (after it burns and/or drowns us) will do fine once we are all gone.
Bees on Blow 