Wedding fever: If there’s any rite of passage to twenty-something adulthood, it’s going to weddings. Wedding after wedding after wedding — and all the other parties that go with it: engagement parties, bridal showers, rehearsal dinners, etc. As an avid partier myself, I’m a huge fan of all of the above. I love being a guest at weddings, I’m not sure how I’d fare as a participant though. I read One Perfect Day: The Selling of the American Wedding last year and became hugely disenchanted with the entire parade.
Why The Wedding Fever?
The book is a great read on all the ugliness behind the glam. From the “wedding tax”, which means pricing something higher because it’s a wedding and not just a party, to “hand-sewn” gowns being the work of underpaid labor in China. If you’re a bride, this is a sobering book.
I can’t stomach the cost of a traditional wedding, it freaks me out, and I suffer an inconsolable urge to punch nearly every woman that appears on shows like “Say Yes To The Dress”. I’d rather marry on a secluded beach, mountain top, or on a whim during a random Saturday afternoon at the local courthouse without much of a plan and a handful of strangers as witnesses. I’d still have the party though — so long as all my friends and family are cool with it being a potluck.
Ok, and maybe I’d splurge on the dress because I love dresses.
Alas, my own wedding is an abstract non-thing that will not materialize anytime in the near future (and I like it that way, just so we’re clear). In the meantime, I get to be guest, bridesmaid, and innocent bystander to the celebrations of my friends and family. This weekend is my cousin’s wedding and I’m showing up in a dress from Paris, new shoes, a gift from their registry at The Bay (is it a rule that all engaged people must register at the Bay?), and a handful of $2 coins for the twoonie bar at the reception.
Like I said, I have this wedding guest thing down pat.