The post-wedding sexism guide: Be prepared for these bizarre encounters…
You might not notice it now, because our culture appears besotted with the search for The One and having that Big Fat Dream Wedding, but marriage doesn’t have the greatest reputation. Wives are even more unpopular. I read every blog going about being a feminist bride but I didn’t come across anything about being a feminist wife, and as a result I was thoroughly unprepared for the post-wedding sexism I was about to encounter. If you’re about to get married, it might pay to be prepared for some of the bizarre encounters you are probably going to have with friends, family and colleagues in the days and weeks after the wedding. So here’s the scoop…
News flash: Being a woman doesn’t mean I know how to plan weddings
While I am a cisgender woman, I do not always adhere to the expectations of my gender (like many women). While I’ve come to terms with it in most parts of my life, there is something about the wedding process that shoves it in your face again and again and again…
While many vendors have been kind with my ignorance once I flat-out own it, there seems to be a constant, persistent expectation that I should have more of this wedding thing figured out, or that my double-X chromosome has given me fluency in this secret wedding language.
Fuck Weddings? Why we have confusing feels about wedding snark
We recently got an email from a reader about her website, called Fuck Weddings. That feels like something we should like. We love have a good sense of humor about ourselves and about weddings. All of us planning weddings need a bit more humor and lols in our lives, right? A good skewering can be good for everyone! At the same time, we’re a bit torn about wedding comedy that feels mean-spirited…
Dear loved one who is not getting invited to my wedding…
We’ll skip the awkward well-wishing and wellness inquiries. I know you are angry. You’re probably hurting, maybe livid. You might be ready to cut me out of your life completely because you did not receive that magic little piece of paper in the mail. But here is the grown-up, bare-bones, truth: Not getting invited to my wedding does not mean being uninvited to my life.