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The Engagements: A Case of Invented Traditions

Sometimes I surprise myself. For example: l heard an interesting author interview on NPR (J. Courtney Sullivan), actually remembered the name of the book (The Engagements) long enough to write it down when I get home and then proceeded to zip off a quick email to the author’s publicist requesting a review copy because oh yeah… I write a blog. I can do that. It’s the simple things in life… Anyway, the subject of today’s post is, as usual, dating. And relationships. And breakups and true love and everything in between but for a little variety, we’re going to throw diamonds into the mix. I don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about diamonds. I mean no more than your average, unmarried 28-year old woman, but seeing as how diamonds are a girl’s best friend and all, it is quite possible that I’ve glanced at a few websites… ogled a few window displays… debated the merits of pear cut (gross) vs. emerald (yes!)… tried on my grandmother’s ring when no one was home… (As …

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Things I Never Thought I Would Do

Upon finding myself implicated in yet another “Single Bridezilla” debate (this time written by an Australian journalist who contacted me for an interview last week) I can’t help but wonder: How did this happen? Right.  I wrote a blog post about my grandmother’s wedding dress.  Then I said yes to Marie Claire, yes to Good Morning America and the rest is history. But I don’t care this time.  If 204 people want to waste their time calling me and the other “Single Bridezillas” crazy, that’s their prerogative.  Especially because the jokes on them (take a guess who’s traffic has just quadrupled.  Actually it hasn’t even quadrupled.  It’s eight-drupled.  Is there a word for that?) Nonetheless, I’m amazed.  Becoming the poster child for “Single Bridezillas” everywhere wasn’t exactly the reason I went to college (or went on to grad school to complete my MA in anthropology). Then again, neither was becoming a writer.  And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m doing tons of things I’d never thought I’d do. For …

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Wedding Stationary? What Wedding Stationary?

We’re in The Wedding Date’s car on our way out of town for the weekend when it suddenly hits me. “Oh my God I forgot to tell you!” I exclaim. “What?” “They’re having a clearance sale at Ten Thousand Villages—including stationary!” The Wedding Date fails to comprehend the importance of this statement but with my friends getting engaged by the dozen these days, I’ve been spending an ungodly amount of money on Ten Thousand Villages stationary. This is because Ten Thousand Villages stationary is the best.  Its fair trade and handmade and—wait for it—the wedding cards come with little bride and groom figurines on the front made out of recycled soda bottles by an artisans’ collective in Kenya!  They’re so pretty that the card itself is practically a gift—at least that’s what one of the sales associates told me when I purchased my first for Date #7’s brother’s wedding last fall.  “These cards are a great choice,” he assured me, “you can frame them afterwards” and seeing as said associate was extremely well-dressed and sporting …

It’s Time to be Ruthless

I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted.  You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way.  But you must stay focused.  You must turn them down.  Ruthlessly.” He was one of my favorite professors (admittedly, this had as much to with the course material as it did the fact that I had a huge crush on him) and I never forgot his advice, mainly because I couldn’t believe he actually used the word “ruthlessly.”  Not when I was pursuing a double major in dance and history; I figured I’d be lucky to get a job.  Any job.  The only thing worse than majoring in dance or history would be majoring in English and trying to make a living as a writer.  (Joke’s on me, I guess.) At any rate, after last’s week Single Bridezilla segment and the unfortunate aftermath (in which I found myself being asked— on numerous occasions— if I couldn’t try being just a little bit crazier, or perhaps a little bit more single, because then …

The Single Bridezilla “Debate” Rages On

Whoddathunkit?  The Single Bridezilla “debate” rages on over at the Daily Mail (142 comments and counting!) and even though I know I shouldn’t even bother reading anymore, I can’t help myself.  The things people will say when they have nothing better to do with their time (and the internet to assure their anonymity) shall never cease to amaze me—especially because this whole Single Bridezilla thing isn’t nearly the big deal that everyone is making it out to be. I’ve got to hand it to the Brits—being the descendents of Shakespeare and all, their insults far outweigh those of their American cousins.  I particularly enjoyed “Good God, where did this chin sniffer get that nose !!! Looks like she’s done a 100 yard dash in a 90 yard gym.”  I had to read that one several times before I got it, so I thank you for that dose of amusement Grant from Wilts. I also liked “who NOSE when they will marry!! God NOSE!!”  Very clever (and given the provenance of this particular comment, I’m to …

Do I Look Fat in this Dress?

My biggest concerns in watching yesterday’s Good Morning America segment on Single Bridezillas were as follows: 1)      Would the producers make me look like a complete lunatic? 2)      Would I look fat in my grandmother’s wedding dress (or worse: fat in the $12 reception dress I scored at Jomar’s)? 3)      Would the sight of me in not one but two wedding dresses send The Wedding Date running for the hills? 24 hours later, I’m happy to report that I did not look like a complete lunatic (half lunatic, maybe, but not complete), that I looked “very pretty” according to one of my five year olds (and “skinny” according to the mother of one of my high school students) and that The Wedding Date did not go running for the hills, even when several of his friends texted him to say, “I just saw you on Good Morning America!  Is that the girl?” (They showed three pictures of us together.  Three!) Being rather new to the media circus, however (whoops—did I say “circus?”  I meant “circuit”), …

And Now the Producers Want to Talk to My “Boyfriend”

I’m not crazy.  Despite what the editors over at Marie Claire and the producers over at Good Morning America might think. Plenty of women start planning their wedding’s before they have a groom in mind.  Not only are we essentially programmed, as little girls, to start thinking about our big day (and the dress we’ll wear, the flowers we’ll carry and the handsome Prince Charming we’ll marry) but it’s virtually impossible to escape shows like “Say Yes to the Dress” and “Wedded to Perfection” these days. Plus, that’s not the real reason that I’m a “Single Bridezilla.” I’m a “Single Bridezilla” because I think it’s ridiculous to spend tens of thousands of dollars on a wedding when those tens of thousands of dollars could be better spent on a house.  Or a trip.  Or a new business venture. So I’ve been collecting things slowly but surely over the years: first my grandmother’s wedding dress (which I’ll be modeling for the ABC folks later this afternoon), then an inexpensive and less-restrictive alternative to wear for the …

My Marie Claire Debut: What Every Man Wants to Hear

It was the moment every single man dreams of, which is why I thrust my chai latte at The Wedding Date and ran towards the “woman’s interest” rack when I saw that the new Marie Claire had come out. Why the sudden obsession with Marie Claire? Well, a while back I received a message from the articles editor in response to a blog post I’d written; she asked for an interview and I readily agreed.  Upon learning that the article would come out in the February issue, I started stalking the newsstands early last week. On Tuesday, I checked at the grocery store.  They didn’t even have Marie Claire. On Wednesday, I check at the library—they had it, but only the January issue with Angelina Jolie on the cover. On Thursday, I dragged my co-producer to Victoria’s Secret after our lunch meeting and whined, “When is the February issue going to get here???“ “I’ll check my Kindle,” she offered.  “I got a free subscription for Christmas.”  But there was Angelina Jolie, again. On Friday, I …