Since my ladyfriend is just now going through it with a daughter (and I'm currently working for a purveyor of wedding outfits), I finally understand that women actually believe that, on their wedding day, they truly become some sort of medieval-style princess, with all the rights and privileges thereof. Imagine Princess Buttercup mixed with an equal amount of Elizabeth Taylor (just divorced from Richard Burton) and you begin to get the picture. (As shown by the photo at left.)They believe can order around lesser beings (family, mostly, but wedding planners fall nicely into the serf category), stamp their feet and demand three impossible things before breakfast, command the slaying of dragons and the summoning of unicorns, and other mythical (or fairy tale, depending on the wedding planner) behaviors.
All to the tune of twenty or thirty thousand bucks, at a minimum.
The groom, of course, is merely supposed to show up (typically hungover) and conform to all fairy tale expectations.
This is where the fairy tale begins to turn into something out of the Brothers Grimm...
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We rent a tux borrow shoes and remember to pin the flowers on our lapel. There are times when I think men would rather return to the old tradition of kings and send his sword in his place.
Brim-
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