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.
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.
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.