Pixie cuts don't fly.
I kind of want to cry right now. A few weeks ago I got an email about my (step)sister's wedding shower. It turns out that the wedding shower is this weekend, but I'll be in Edmonton. Honestly, I was a bit relieved. I've been to a few bridal/wedding/bachelorette parties, and they all feel really awkward to me. I don't fit in, because I don't value the tradition that these events are based on. So, I politely declined an awkward event where I probably wouldn't know anyone.
Time passes, and I receive two more invitations to the event by email. I respond to my OTHER sister's invite today and say that I already RSVP'd - only to find that there's like three separate events. Okay, so I feel guilty and stupid for not getting this whole custom to the point where I didn't even really understand the difference between all the parties (engagement, bridal shower, wedding shower, bachelorette party, etc.) - until I googled it, that is. But more than that, once I figured out which event I could actually attend, that's when I really wanted to cry.
It's a Saturday in Yaletown: Blo Bar (hair crap), Society (restaurant), and Bar None. Seriously? Okay, so I google the first two. Blo Bar has ZERO short hair options, unless I want to choose one of the men's haircuts, and I'm still in the process of getting over another one of those. (God DAMN it, aren't there more options to make short hair feminine? And no, a pixie cut doesn't fly.) The next place looks like it could be interesting, but so not my mom's style (neither would Blo Bar), and then Bar None.
Holy jesus. Seriously? The only time I went there was a bad St. Patrick's Day pub crawl, and it was all house music and disco lights. Fun with my mom? Not without a nauseating amount of alcohol. Also, the whole day together is pretty expensive for a "I'm just doing this because she likes this stuff" kind of event.
I just feel like these whole things ask people to have a ton of money, no interest in how they spend it, and ridiculous taste in expensive for the sake of being expensive but not necessarily worthwhile crap. And the fact that I don't really want to sit at home alone while my sisters, our mothers, and extended female family and friends get all pampered, fat, and drunk.
So, I'm sitting here eating nutella from the jar, and having those good old 3am blues. At midnight.
I am a hero.
Time passes, and I receive two more invitations to the event by email. I respond to my OTHER sister's invite today and say that I already RSVP'd - only to find that there's like three separate events. Okay, so I feel guilty and stupid for not getting this whole custom to the point where I didn't even really understand the difference between all the parties (engagement, bridal shower, wedding shower, bachelorette party, etc.) - until I googled it, that is. But more than that, once I figured out which event I could actually attend, that's when I really wanted to cry.
It's a Saturday in Yaletown: Blo Bar (hair crap), Society (restaurant), and Bar None. Seriously? Okay, so I google the first two. Blo Bar has ZERO short hair options, unless I want to choose one of the men's haircuts, and I'm still in the process of getting over another one of those. (God DAMN it, aren't there more options to make short hair feminine? And no, a pixie cut doesn't fly.) The next place looks like it could be interesting, but so not my mom's style (neither would Blo Bar), and then Bar None.
Holy jesus. Seriously? The only time I went there was a bad St. Patrick's Day pub crawl, and it was all house music and disco lights. Fun with my mom? Not without a nauseating amount of alcohol. Also, the whole day together is pretty expensive for a "I'm just doing this because she likes this stuff" kind of event.
I just feel like these whole things ask people to have a ton of money, no interest in how they spend it, and ridiculous taste in expensive for the sake of being expensive but not necessarily worthwhile crap. And the fact that I don't really want to sit at home alone while my sisters, our mothers, and extended female family and friends get all pampered, fat, and drunk.
So, I'm sitting here eating nutella from the jar, and having those good old 3am blues. At midnight.
I am a hero.