Jack Hyer didn’t get the first memo, or the second memo, that public proposals are showoff-y and cringe-inducing for everyone around you. But I’ll forgive Jack, because he’s been traveling a lot these past four years. Twenty-six countries, in fact. In every new place, Jack filmed bits of himself singing the karaoke jam “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” in preparation of the day he would propose to his girlfriend, Rebecca Strellnauer. As he told ABC News, they dated briefly as teenagers and got back together during their freshman year at the University of Montana in Missoula. After deciding that he knew he wanted to marry at the end of their first date, he planned his proposal for four years, filming the entire time. He showed the proposal video to Rebecca and their families at a graduation party last week. (She said yes, duh.) I don’t know what I hate (er, envy) the most about Jack Hyer. That he’s traveled to China, Thailand, Turkey, Israel, Tanzania and Cambodia? That he found the woman he wanted to marry in middle school? That he’s really freaking attractive? That he thought up a cute way to propose and pulled it off? Congratulations, you, too. And remember, you’ll only have nine months to plan a baby announcement! [TIME; ABC News]
To determine the level of bacheloretting to pitch your bridey at her last hurrah in the City of the Single, obtain scores from Parts I and II below and then refer to our handy chart, borrowed from a pantyhose packet, to determine the bachelorette party you should throw. Keep reading »
A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting on a roof deck with two friends, enjoying the first rays of the pre-summer sun and drinking a beer when I looked up in the sky and saw someone’s life change. A skywriter was doggedly etching a message out into the cloudless blue expanse. We paused our conversation to watch the words form. We didn’t see the name, but the words “Will You Marry Me?” hovered against the blue for a few minutes until they eventually vanished.
“Did that really happen?” my friend asked.
I shrugged. “It’s probably an ad for something,” I said. “Who actually does that?”
Later, through the power of the internet, I found out that the stunt that half of Williamsburg had seen that Sunday wasn’t an insidious marketing campaign for a summer rom-com. It was a real proposal, with a happy ending (spoiler alert: she said yes). I’m sure this couple will be very happy together, and I wish them the best, but the mortification I felt at the notion of the public proposal cannot be denied. Keep reading »
Today In Things That Maybe Should Have Been Ironed Out Before He Got Married:
TMZ claims that Sherri Shepherd’s estranged husband Lamar Sally asked to add an amendment to the couple’s prenup with these alleged heady requests:
- “It is my joy to submit to my husband as a way to honor God. Even if my husband doesn’t respond the way I’d like, I will respect him and be loyal to him. I will walk in his shoes and seek to understand his perspective.”
- “I respect my husband’s opinions and recognize him as the leader of our home. I will always speak well of my husband.”
- “I enjoy having sex with my husband. I crave intimacy with him and want to be uninhibited and free in our lovemaking.”
- “MY BODY IS IMPORTANT TO ME. I STRIVE TO MAINTAIN A HEALTHY BODY WEIGHT AND EXERCISE AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK.”
You can read the full alleged amendment to the prenup here. Sherri, not surprisingly, would not sign it. Keep reading »
Strip clubs, pole dancing, penis hats, comedy shows, bar crawls, wine nights, weekend getaways! Bachelorette parties are both a money and time suck that sometimes has us feeling like basic bitches and other times make us feel like we never want to hang out with guys again. In honor of that special time of year when no one has any spending money because it is all going to our friends’ nuptials, let’s take look at this gnarly and confusing phenomenon by the numbers: Keep reading »
Hey girl, are sure you’re ready for your boyfriend to propose? More specifically, is your hand ready for him to a put a big ol’ expensive rock on it? According to ELLE, hand lifts — yes, face lifts for your handddddsssssss – are becoming increasingly popular with brides-to-be concerned that unsightly loose skin and wrinkles are distracting from their pretty baubles. Seriously, guys? I can’t.
Once upon a time, I got engaged and I suddenly had a big ol’ rock on my finger. I will admit that wearing such a beautiful piece of jewelry every day — a ring that didn’t turn my finger green and wasn’t purchased at Urban Outfitters or Forever 21 — did make me feel inclined to get more regular manicures. It just looked better with nicely shaped and freshly painted talons instead of chipped polish, straggly cuticles and dirt under my nails. But upping the frequency of my nail salons visits was a personal choice, not a requirement, and really ultimately silly and totally unnecessary. But a HAND LIFT?! Come. On. Keep reading »