At the BBC, a set of colorful, beautiful iPhone photos taken at Nigerian weddings, all from documentary photographer Glenna Gordon, who says that the phone makes her subjects feel less intimidated than a regular camera would. Fun fact about Nigerian weddings: all the bride's friends wear one color, and the groom's friends wear another. Rumble-ready, the way a wedding should be.
The big headline in Philadelphia on our wedding day read: "Water-main break floods Old City." We got the call about five hours before showtime that half our wedding party had lost water and needed to borrow showers at the hotel. Next, the salon called saying they were shut down, but were headed our way to set up a makeshift beauty parlor in the bridal suite — where we promptly blew all the fuses, sending stylists, bridesmaids, flower girls and mothers hither and yon to finish getting ready. It was absolutely hilarious. Our friend and photographer, Clayton Hauck, had eyes on the whole shebang. At end of this photo [...]
In 2008, I was named a bridesmaid against my will, and I prepared to suffer through all the standard requirements that come with the duty. Usually, you simply grin and bear these life necessities, but when the bride vehemently insisted that we all have dates despite the fact that several of us were single, I decided to respond to her myopia with outright insolence, with the support of and in the shared name of my bridal party [...]
Guys! Marriage equality is here, just in time to get into fights about things that someone will always manage to be offended by:
Dear Civil Behavior: I’ve been helping my daughter plan her wedding to her girlfriend and everything’s been going fine — until now. We’re about to address the invitations. The calligrapher is lined up and time is getting a bit short. Here’s the problem. My daughter insists on addressing the women with what I’d call a feminist version of their names. In other words, instead of writing “Mr. and Mrs. Richard Garcia” she wants to write: “Ms. Jane Garcia and Mr. Richard Garcia,” calling out the [...]
I am crying on Lou, the TSA officer. Lou is holding my license, and I’m holding every sob as long as I can. But they come out in wet bursts, snot oozing over my upper lip.
“Anita! Get her some Kleenex, please.”
I sense the restlessness of passengers roped in zigzag formation behind me as the Man Who Checks IDs counsels Weeping Chick With Laptop Out Already with quips meaningless and profound, all in the same tone: Don’t hide that smile! This too shall pass!
Colleague Anita slips me a less sympathetic look before sliding off her stool to locate tissues. Her walk is slow enough to appear intentional. It [...]
Single? Married? Divorced? None/all? This "why do people marry?" opinion piece is interesting, if you're interested in that kind of thing.
Also is that little girl wearing pajamas to her parents' wedding?
Previously, possibly related: "if instead of giant parties with pretty dresses and champagne, weddings were brief, solo walks through a gutter followed by an exchange of mud clumps, there might not be so much divorce. Maybe? I don't know."
And if you really want to go all in this morning, the Times is also running an article on the state of the pelvic exam.
"It’s no longer enough to take wedding pictures that show a bride and groom in love — dancing, whispering during dinner, playing with a nephew or niece. These days, wedding pictures are elaborate, photographer-contrived setups that show the newlyweds kissing in a wheat field (as if it were a natural act to go wheat-harvesting on one’s wedding day) or aboard an old-time fire engine."
A wedding photographer checks back in with a few of the 451 couples he's photographed over the past dozen or so years, and although "most … are still married," others are not: "As warning signs go, having one of your mother’s friends — whose husband [...]