And then there’s the other reason women (mainly women on this one) get married: the glamor. Am I wrong? We see it all the time- on TV, at the supermarket, in the shopping centers… the illustrated illusion of a beautiful bride and groom gleefully vowing to initiate Happily Ever After.
Aren’t all little girls raised to believe in that Fairy Tale wedding? We envision ourselves growing up, meeting Prince Charming and tying the proverbial knot. We want to get our hair professionally mangled into a glamorous up-do. Acrylic nails perfectly sculpted and polished to perfection… Something old, new, borrowed, blue… Champagne toasts in the back of a limo! Surrounded by our closest BFFs!! A cake so exquisite we don’t want to eat it. A gown that costs more than our first cars. The first dance… the flowers…. the choices… the gift registry….the garter… the memories in the making! Oh, what a fantastical dream….
It’s too bad that more people don’t work harder to squash those ridiculous dreams of little girls. Or at least, someone should tell them that all that shit costs money- lots of it. And forever isn’t fantastic when you’re drowning in debt. That proverbial knot might end up being a noose. The prom should’ve taught us to be kinder to our hair. Flowers die- especially when prematurely severed from their roots. A limo is nothing more than a fancy gas guzzler. Cookie dough is often a more pleasurable treat… Oh, and- those smiling guests who are happily snapping photos? They actually think your Special Day is a big pain in the ass.
The wedding industry has hired itself some superb marketers. It’s almost enough to make one forget that weddings and marriage have nothing to do with each other. Almost enough to make one think you really can invest in Forever by purchasing the perfect pillow on which to present your pricey new bling. There were times when I’ve embarked on such a daydream after encountering an issue of Bride magazine on a newsstand…. and then I remember: that’s just marketing.
Fairy tales are poisonous.