Imagine for a moment if weddings were prohibited, or better yet, if you could only have one after 10 years of marriage. How much money would be saved? More importantly, how many ill-advised unions would never happen in the first place? I swear, weddings are the leading cause of divorce. If some girl wasn’t fulfilling her childhood fantasy of being a princess, holding court in the perfect gown with the perfect hair and perfect flowers, on a day dedicated solely to celebrating her ability to land a man, how much more effort would she put into finding the right mate, since the reward for doing so would be a lifetime together, rather than a coronation?
And what if, as a society, we celebrated other milestones instead? Wouldn’t it be amazing if college graduations were given the wedding treatment? If the commencement ceremony included a $3,000 dress and a $70-a-plate dinner for friends and family who came in from all over the country? Photographers, flowers, dancing, a band? “You’ve got to see my graduation video. It was so beautiful!” What would be the outcome if little girls had 32 television shows to watch about that? Would that give them something else to aspire to? To dream about?
I agree. The princess obsession is odious beyond belief. It’s almost worrisome to me, like these women need some sort of validation they’re obviously lacking in other areas of their life.
Agree with this post and with what erocha1150 said in comment above. I can only add that the “princess bride” types (and I readily concede that is not ALL married women) seem to feel that they are soooooooo vastly superior to the never-married/no kids demographic to which I belong. That is, until, they fetch up on the other side of my desk (I’m a divorce lawyer) wondering what the hell happened to “The Dream.” They’re not so smug or superior then.
Fantastic quote. I know in my heart if I had got married when I could have done in my twenties it would have been solely for the princess moment of the day, the reality of living day in day out with the bloke put me off. Still does really. I must try and remember this as I cope the grinding loneliness of the single 40 something life.
I’m there coping with you.