...but do I need to say yes to a man first?
I have really not thought about weddings since I was about twelve. In recent years, when I've considered the prospect of getting married, I've assumed that I would have a small event: quickie vows, party food and drinks, sans gown. Done.
I recently had surgery, however, and wound up on the couch, confronted with a marathon showing of Say Yes to the Dress which is quite simply visual emotional crack for double-x-chromosome beings.
One would think that socialist feminist would be somewhat immune to such promotion of conspicuous consumption and the glorification of a single day for brides in spite of our readiness to ask wives and mothers to put themselves second to others for the rest of their lives.
Maybe, the pain meds are making me susceptible. *Ooh, sparkly*
I believe the show's real appeal, however, is found beneath all the layers of organza in tales of family, friends and the co-workers who help brides find their gowns. The show brilliantly captures the discovery of the right gown as a bright spot in the lives of families who have overcome illness, death, layoffs and the overall weight of life. One feels the hope that is embodied in these gowns. I find myself cheering as lovable Randy and Keasha try to find the "it" gowns for their brides-to-be.
My cynicism dwindles and I allow myself to wonder if such moments might actually lay ahead for me. And, I find myself asking: What gown would be right for me if I were to marry?
I imagine my search for the right gown to be more challenging than those of blushing, faux virgin, 20 something brides-to-be. Did you know that over 90% of bridal gowns are strapless?!
I like an elegant, more mature look...although I can imagine my mother saying that the gowns the appeal to me look like nightgowns.
Will a wedding ever be in my future? I don't know. For now, I return to my couch in my Denver Hayes men's flannel pajamas and enjoy the upside of being single.