three years later...
People just don't see their privilege. (Myself, of course, included.) Three years ago when we were legal strangers in Missouri but married in Washington, my sister and our cousin tsked and tutted and were oh so sad that Kevin and I never had an engagement or bachelor party, a wedding gift, a wedding ceremony, reception, cake, flowers, or honeymoon... fuck, not so much as a card. From anyone.
(Each of these women has long ago had a full-on princess wedding with the gown and the gifts and the church and the works, and then at LEAST one more wedding. With party, gifts, celebration. Each is now old and disabled and poor.)
So they said they would bake us a cake to celebrate.
SO WHERE'S THE FUCKING CAKE?
(Each of these women has long ago had a full-on princess wedding with the gown and the gifts and the church and the works, and then at LEAST one more wedding. With party, gifts, celebration. Each is now old and disabled and poor.)
So they said they would bake us a cake to celebrate.
SO WHERE'S THE FUCKING CAKE?