Last night I went to the first ever wedding of a friend my age. It's incredible to me that these things are happening to people I went to school with because it means that we're really adults now--a fact that I've periodically tried to escape from.
I have had my share of responsibilities, none as weighty as those of my mother when she was my age, and I have also been privy to a world of travel since babyhood (my parents took me to Italy before I was a year old); but there is a whole set of experiences I have yet to catch a glimpse of, and no sense of urgency for me to attempt to sail closer unless I am reminded of it in occasions such as these.
When I was younger, the bouquet toss seemed like a fun part of the wedding reception. I think I may have caught the bouquet once or twice as a preteen. But now I realize that it was easy for me to catch because no one wants the pressure associated with this tradition. Yesterday, all of the single ladies were reluctant to assemble in front of the wedding guests; I think because there is still a stigma with women being (or being thought of as) single. There was no equivalent parade for men. Interesting.
I'm not a feminist, I'm a woman. And all this woman wants to hear sometimes is that there is nothing wrong with being a woman. This message, however, is being distorted, intercepted, or lost in translation.
I am so happy for the newlyweds to have found each other. I will be even happier when everyone in the world has found him/herself.
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