Sure, I’ve googled “is it kosher for someone to bring me salmon tartare during the ketubah signing?” but it seems that, unlike other more established social conventions like upholding table manners or respecting elders, wedding etiquette walks down a more nebulous aisle.
With a full-time job and a cat to annoy daily, there’s little return on investment in learning an entirely new language that I’ll forget once we saunter down the aisle like prom king and queen. I’ve let friends and family members make decisions about my big day, and not because I’m intentionally trying to honor them in any meaningful way .
This isn’t to say that women who obsess over specific wedding details don’t care about the bigger picture, too. I envy those who are able to execute specific and sophisticated creative visions, with leftover energy to expend on the hora. As a testament to how much of a “Bridechilla” I am, in back seat planning my wedding, I see how Bridezillas have been unfairly dealt a bad reputation.
That’s why when my best friend ties the knot, or when my sister says yes, I won’t be able to give their frantic texts definitive answers about what their color scheme should entail. What I can do is be the friend who makes sure they stay hydrated during the reception and talks to them about how much fun it is to be deeply in love with your new husband.
This is what I usually call ‘Disney Princess problems’, if you aren’t interested in a big white wedding, no one forces you to have one, put on jeans and a t-shirt, go to Town Hall and give the money you’ve saved to charity, it’s that simple 🤷🏻♀️
The wedding industry is a rip off. Happy to see an article that shows some common sense. Wedding dress stories about “perfect” dresses are nauseating. For the price if that one dress, the bride could buy serviceable fashion pieces to last her through her first divorce.
Ooo Henny