Plastic trees and fabric foliage behind the Elvis impersonator distracted me from the fact that my father wasn’t walking me down the aisle. Instead, Emir and I danced our way down, and I felt as if we were acting in a high school musical.
Elvis spun around, his black hair slicked up with grease. He was wearing oversized sunglasses and a shiny red silk rhinestone-studded jumpsuit. Our friend Omar clapped on the sidelines, snapping pictures all the while for our INS album. It was the most fun I’d had since the end of my first engagement.
“The minister is gay,” Emir said into my ear. “And I think he might [...]
Hairpin superpal Emily Greenhouse has a fascinating piece up at the New Yorker about the "Reichsbräuteschule, or Reich Bride School, set up by the Nazis 'to mould housewives out of office girls.'"
A villa was erected in 1937 on Schwanenwerder Island, on Berlin’s Wannsee Lake. In this pretend model household, young women—many of them teen-agers—would live in groups of twenty, spending six weeks, “preferably two months before their wedding day, to recuperate spiritually and physically, to forget the daily worries associated with their previous professions, to find the way and to feel the joy for their new lives as wives.” Scholtz-Klink further barred [...]
1. Take your core to Central Park, cover it with your hands, and whisper, “Will you marry me?”
2. Surprise your core with a choreographed Flashmob. When all the dancing is done, have all your friends breathlessly watch as you ask for your core’s hand in marriage. Tip: Your core will probably be crying, so bring some Kleenex!
3. Go to Jared—not the store, that creepy guy that sells pot to high school kids. Smoke some and wait until your core is really relaxed before you ask it to spend the rest of its life with you.
4. Go to all of your favorite spots in the city. Draw clues [...]