Engagement rings are so boring. They’re pretty, sure, and sparkly too, and exorbitantly expensive, and every girl dreams of one from Tiffany, and it has three diamonds in it, and this is the shape of the diamond, and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Don’t you want this thing you have to wear on your hand every day forever until death do you part to be fun and unique and cool? I sure do. It’s still probably gonna be expensive, but it should also be awesome, and not in the $200,000 solitaire diamond way. I’m not getting married any time soon — that would be a total Miley move — but I’ve procured 10 of the coolest not-so-traditional engagement rings for the not-so-traditional bride. [Image: Erstwhile Jewelry]
It’s wedding season, and whatever. While everyone else is off pledging eternal devotion, or crying whilst watching others do so, I embrace the opportunity to (pointlessly) browse the prettiest, most ornate wedding dresses money can buy, waxing quixotic for the day a Pinault puts a ring on my finger — or even just knocks me up! (Right, Linda?) Hell, I’d even take a Sarkozy. Lest I go on too long and reveal too much about my
gold-digging ways desire for a comfortable lifestyle, check out these 15 wedding dresses vastly beyond my means. For now.
Ladies, maybe we’re all doing something wrong. I say that because after watching this video of this obviously batcrackers woman walking down the aisle while singing Christina Aguilera’s “The Right Man,” I wonder if we are simply not acting crazy enough. I mean, this woman got married, y’all. She found a man who loves her. And she found an entire room full of people who were willing to sit through her serenading her fiance during her wedding and manage to not laugh at her. That’s pretty amazing. So, hmm, maybe she’s out of her mind, but she’s clearly doing something right.
In my mid-twenties, I came out as a lesbian. But the hardest part wasn’t even coming out: it was realizing my wedding would be different and therefore I was different. It took me a few years to come to terms with the fact that my wedding wouldn’t have a groom or any of the other stuff that goes along with heterosexual weddings.
A few months ago, my girlfriend of three years proposed. A couple of weeks after we got engaged, Chriss told me she was thinking about converting to Judaism. So as we started planning our wedding, we began attending synagogue together and Chriss enrolled in an Introduction to Judaism class. When we became full-fledged members of our synagogue and reserved the chapel for our wedding it dawned on me: I have no idea what a lesbian Jewish wedding would look like. Keep reading »
Wouldn’t you feel like shit, and wouldn’t I look like a jerk, if I sat around with this huge pile of adorable kittens and was all, “Oh man, my pile of adorable kittens is so great, I can’t get over how wonderful this pile of adorable kittens is, how can you not have a pile of adorable kittens like my awesome pile of adorable kittens and think you will ever be happy the way that I am with this pile of adorable kittens!?”
Because sure, kittens seem great and all, but maybe your landlord won’t let you have a cat, or you can’t afford one right now, or you are allergic and have to find a special hypoallergenic one or you don’t really want to scoop cat shit every day or maybe you are just more of a dog person. There are all kinds of reasons to not have a pile of adorable kittens, adorable as they may be.
Now, pretend we’re talking about marriage and single women instead of piles of adorable kittens. (But if you want, you can still check out some piles of kittens.) Keep reading »
Patrick and I totally got married because our friends were doing it. We didn’t do it only because our friends were doing it, or because our friends were going to stop sitting next to us in the lunchroom if we didn’t do it. But I’m pleased as punch to say that when it comes to marriage, we had some fine peer-couple role models to look to.
Call it “peer pressure” if you want. We watched happy people around us get happier when they found forever partners and married them. We wanted to emulate them because we believed we had the reasonable tools to be able to do so: love, respect, shared values and life goals. I feel strongly that if I had had a lot of negative marital role models in my life, I’d have been far more circumspect in my approach to marriage. It’s only reasonable to use the information you have to make decisions about what you’d like to do with your life. Keep reading »
Look, as the wedding industrial complex has no doubt told us all since we were in the womb, weddings are lady people’s One Very Special Day. So by all means, if you want to blow your wad on a pair of kicks from Ugg’s Bridal Collection, go crazy. But don’t think for one second I am not going to judge the ever living hell out of you. Uggs wants you to walk down the aisle in these crappers — you and your bridesmaids. But if you do, I’m going to assume that you really wanted to be on the show “Bridezilla,” and that you’re probably some kind of half woman-half monster chimera. Just saying. [BrideFinds]
As someone who is some small percentage Gypsy (my mother swears we’re Russian from the Caucaucus mountains), I’m more than a little bit fascinated by Gypsy culture. I’ve watched the UK version of “My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding” and have been blown away by the elaborate wedding ceremonies Gypsy families participate in, passing off their often very young daughters into marriage. Gypsy communities seem to be tightly knit and in some ways highly traditional (despite the short skirts that many of the young women wear to their friend’s weddings, Gypsy girls are expected to remain very, very chaste until marriage.)
Gypsies aren’t just a European phenomenon, either. A new TLC series documents the similar Gypsy culture in the U.S. — a people who also fight against immense prejudice and stereotypes, who love fiercely and who really seem to love a big, froofry, extravagant wedding dress. Check out the American version of “My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding” on Sunday nights at 10 pm EST, and check out some of the girl’s wild dresses here.
Once upon a time, there was a Texas girl who loved and adored her mother, but also respected and feared her. The Texan girl didn’t always see eye-to-eye with her mother, but even in the worst of times, her mother had always been there with the love and support she needed. The Texan girl always wanted to make her mother happy.
So the Texan girl didn’t know what she would do when the Texan girl got engaged and didn’t plan to have the church-sanctioned, decorous affair she expected her mother would want for her.
And then the Texan girl got tired of talking about herself in the third person.
My mom is a brilliant and intimidating person, and she’s also very shy. She’s great at math and was a star athlete in her day. I’m a people-pleaser and an unrepentant extrovert, have made my living as a writer and do well to play right field in co-ed softball. Which means that once we stopped sharing bodily fluids roundabouts November 9, 1983, we’ve been about as different as two people can be. Keep reading »