I was sitting at the breakfast table, contemplating the terrible absence of Tussie-Mussies in my life, when I realized that the reason no one sends them anymore is that the language of flowers is as obsolete as Volapük. We no longer need to express romantic love with a bouquet; that is why Facebook was invented. But, contrarian that I am, I felt uneasy relegating such a charming technology to the compost bin of history. What is needed, I thought, is an updated floriography, in which more modern sentiments might be conveyed. For example:
old: hopeless love
new: I am sorry about your 401(k)
old: haughtiness or respect
new: let us eliminate trans-fats from our diet
old: true love
new: later I should like to remove your taffeta
And so forth.