Society fucked up my perception of weddings, my gender, and my disability
I just obtained a marriage license. In the state of Massachusetts, this means that I have sixty days to become a Married Lady™. I’m currently binge watching “Say Yes to the Dress” on TLC. One might assume that the reason I’m doing this is because I’m a BRIDE so I am doing BRIDE things because BRIDE.
Not so much.
This mug shot photo booth gives your guests the criminal element
Hope and David’s speakeasy-style wedding had so much retro style (think bluegrass music, a moonshine speakeasy room, and an El Camino getaway car. But our favorite part? The old timey mug shot photo booth! With a blank wall, a little black tape, a few crime-themed props, and an instant camera, you’ve got an awesome photo booth to fill up a photo guest book.
As a queer person of color feminist, I cast aside my last name, and that’s okay with me
While I always expected I would end up marrying a Taiwanese-American person like myself, I somehow fell in love with a man who happens to be white. I never thought I’d end up dating white guys, nor did I think I’d marry one. Weeks before my wedding, I toyed with the idea of changing my name. I could have a fresh start in life — new name, new license, new everything. But then the feminist part of me strongly opposed taking my husband’s name. How can I completely eradicate my single life and the accomplishments I achieved under my maiden name? What kind of feminist am I?
Skeptic turned bride: The 5 feminist wedding choices I made
Like many feminists, I have always regarded the institution of marriage with some skepticism. While at one point in my life I thought I would never get married, I changed my mind when I met my husband, Chuck. Being with him made me feel like I wanted to experience everything life had to offer, including marriage and whatever that entailed. I wanted to celebrate our love and our life together with the people we care about the most and honor our commitment to each other.
But marriage will always be a tradition borne out of the patriarchy. So there I was on our wedding day, a feminist dressed in ivory, clutching my father’s arm while he walked me down the aisle.