Marriage, Keggers, and Islands…
I know this post is a bit unconventional… but today, I was triggered by a very serious undertone in the conversations I have been having lately…
I cannot stand the ridiculous superiority complex of married women. I know that one day I will join the ranks of married women, but I hope to keep my head below the clouds when talking to my single friends. All of my friends are getting married. One by one, they walk down the isle in these white dresses that all look the same (White, Strapless, Train, Cheap…etc…etc…) and they have like 10 BM that are all the same, and the same 10 groomsmen, and the same flowers, and the same venue. It’s mundane. It’s boring. It’s EXPENSIVE. And though all of this ceremonious mumbo-jumbo, I have to stop and think about what is really going on here. I can’t figure out (FOR THE LIFE OF BUDDAH) what about this supposedly joyous “uniting ceremony” is actually about the couple. Then it knocked me off my chair hit me like a brick…
NOT A DAMN THING.
The only reason why all of these people are getting married in their pretty little churches, with their pretty little flowers, Bridesmaids, Groomsmen, and Wedding gowns is for the spectacle of it all… A girl’s wedding is one of the only things in our culture that makes it okay for her to torture her friends and family, be the “HBIC”, and a demand that everything goes the right way for “Her Day”. Realistically, Bridezillas are a very real thing in American culture (trust me, I know. I work at David’s Bridal as a Wedding consultant). Weddings have become excuses for nastiness, over-zealous spending of unnecessary money, and the ruin of thousands of bridesmaid’s self confidence after being forced to wear a tangerine colored monstrosity.
I love weddings that are about the couple. I love the idea of running away to a small island and tying the knot at the beach or a teeny, tiny church somewhere down there and going to a restaurant for our reception. I don’t want to have a kegger just because it’s the cool thing to do. And I want no bridesmaids - just my sister. And I want my man waiting on my to take me and only me for as long as we live. I want him to tell me everything he wants out of our life together, I want to tell him everything I want in our life together. I want dinner, wedding cake, and a perfect wedding night. =]
I want a good day about me and B. I don’t care what social pressures exist for weddings. It should be about celebrating the start of forever, not how big of a party you can throw. It should be about love, family, new beginnings, and soulmates rather than demeaning the people around you for personal or monetary gain. Call me romantic Bridezillas, but that’s how the dry ass fondant crumbles on the Moon River that is life!
-Ky
