(Image via Time Machine to the Twenties where you really should go look at the rest of the pictures in this series)
Happy Thanksgiving, my pretties! And always remember that some themes are better left to parody than reality. I’m just saying.
In a world where everybody thinks they get their say-so in other peoples’ weddings, the culture builds up this single day as the most important in a woman’s life and then shames women for caring about it, puts pretty much all the onus on a single woman’s shoulders and then merrily tells her she’s too incompetent to handle the pressure, it’s a wonder more brides don’t wind up feeling like this on their wedding days:
Certainly shows like Bridezillas make their money off of the idea that all brides are insane, and so they show you a lot of examples of that. And who among us hasn’t known a woman who spent much of her wedding day in a fog of tears and stress?
But it doesn’t have to be that way. Take a couple tips from me, and you can walk that aisle with all the aplomb and zen of a Jedi Master… only prettier than Yoda.
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It goes without saying that we will all miss Christa here at Manolo for the Brides. Ever since she gave me my first shot at blogging here, she has been an esteemed colleague, a thoughtful mentor, and a generous soul. And while I completely understand her decision to move on, I would be lying through my pearly whites if I tried to say I’m not sorry about it, too.
But life, as they say, goes on. Manolo for the Brides goes on, too, with me at the helm from now on.
That’s right, folks, you’re not being left in the lurch. I’m going to be here all through the week now to answer your questions, inspire your creativity, and bring you news of the wonderful and wacky world of wedding planning.
So fasten your seat belts, make sure your trays are in the upright and locked position, and prepare to be boarded… er… get ready for the full-time Twistie Experience.
I’d like to remind all of the grooms, best men, and groomsmen out there that there is no rule stating bachelor parties have to begin and end on a lascivious note. If you and your spouse-to-be are down with strippers or sex shows or three-day benders or eating sushi off of nude Asian women or whatever other naughty stuff you can think of, more power to you. But if you’d rather focus on bonding than babes or beefcake – depending on your personal tastes – give whoever you suspect is planning your bachelor party a few subtle or even not-so-subtle hints before he gets in touch with the “talent” at sites like Centerfoldstrips.com.
At some point, if you’re not really the strip club type and you think porno should be consumed solo if at all, you may find yourself up against a friend, brother, best man, or groomsman who argues that the traditional risqué bachelor party – and yes, it is a tradition that goes back quite a ways – is an established institution that should not be changed. Feel free to remind them that the tradition began as a dinner, not a bacchanal. It was a chance for men to feast with their closest comrades on the eve of a marriage…not as an easy opportunity to get in one last grope.
