Wedding bells, social hells
I am jittery beyond the ability to be productive, which might be over-caffeination, but definitely means nausea.
So...it must be time to talk about something else. Like...
Zoe's Views on Gay Weddings
Today, I tried to avoid work for a few minutes with Ariel Levy's hilarious article My Big Fat Gay Wedding in the latest issue of New York magazine. I don't think I've ever read a summerization of this emotionally complicated practice that I agreed with so wholly. I am no less jittery or horrified by my schoolwork, but I do feel less alone in the multiverse.
Basically, I don't feel that I could ever bring myself to have a white-dress, ceremonial wedding, arguments about reflex rejection of heteronormality aside. If I am ever in love, and in love enough that I want to make a ridiculously showy public declaration about it, then me and said lobotomized woman are going to want to throw a big party. A very glamorous party that we will spend the rest of our lives remembering, if not also paying off.
But 'wedding' has too many uncomfortable connotations to it. I understand -politically, socially- it's importance to certain queers. Good for them, we of course should have the right to make tasteless decisions about china and Vera Wang gowns the way straight people have been doing forever. But, no matter what literature gets thrown at me about it by the militant left wing, I cannot bring myself to believe that such a practice would ever be for me, about me, as a gay person. Everything about it is based on a bi-gendered system, both historically and in actuality. Where people sit, who wears what, who gets up there first. Even those little figurines who go at the top of that blasted, ugly cake. And I know these are changeable factors, and many people do change them, but if you're already having to make things up because the ceremony wasn't written for you, why bother with calling it a 'wedding' at all?
Me? I'm going to wear a designer's something-or-other, crowd the tables with shrimps and cocktails, play fantastic music, and tell my spouse that it's a "Showing Off Because We're In Love HAHA" party. I'm sure she'll think of a better way to word the invitations. Somehow, 'Fuck You Society' doesn't have the tasteful ring I'd like.
Comments, corrections, suggestions, additions? (If you know who said that, then we've known each other awhile, and you probably went to Montclair High.)
Oh and...
Universe bless the poor woman who has to contend with me 'til death do us part.
So...it must be time to talk about something else. Like...
Zoe's Views on Gay Weddings
Today, I tried to avoid work for a few minutes with Ariel Levy's hilarious article My Big Fat Gay Wedding in the latest issue of New York magazine. I don't think I've ever read a summerization of this emotionally complicated practice that I agreed with so wholly. I am no less jittery or horrified by my schoolwork, but I do feel less alone in the multiverse.
Basically, I don't feel that I could ever bring myself to have a white-dress, ceremonial wedding, arguments about reflex rejection of heteronormality aside. If I am ever in love, and in love enough that I want to make a ridiculously showy public declaration about it, then me and said lobotomized woman are going to want to throw a big party. A very glamorous party that we will spend the rest of our lives remembering, if not also paying off.
But 'wedding' has too many uncomfortable connotations to it. I understand -politically, socially- it's importance to certain queers. Good for them, we of course should have the right to make tasteless decisions about china and Vera Wang gowns the way straight people have been doing forever. But, no matter what literature gets thrown at me about it by the militant left wing, I cannot bring myself to believe that such a practice would ever be for me, about me, as a gay person. Everything about it is based on a bi-gendered system, both historically and in actuality. Where people sit, who wears what, who gets up there first. Even those little figurines who go at the top of that blasted, ugly cake. And I know these are changeable factors, and many people do change them, but if you're already having to make things up because the ceremony wasn't written for you, why bother with calling it a 'wedding' at all?
Me? I'm going to wear a designer's something-or-other, crowd the tables with shrimps and cocktails, play fantastic music, and tell my spouse that it's a "Showing Off Because We're In Love HAHA" party. I'm sure she'll think of a better way to word the invitations. Somehow, 'Fuck You Society' doesn't have the tasteful ring I'd like.
Comments, corrections, suggestions, additions? (If you know who said that, then we've known each other awhile, and you probably went to Montclair High.)
Oh and...
Universe bless the poor woman who has to contend with me 'til death do us part.