The post-wedding sexism guide: Be prepared for these bizarre encounters…
You might not notice it now, because our culture appears besotted with the search for The One and having that Big Fat Dream Wedding, but marriage doesn’t have the greatest reputation. Wives are even more unpopular. I read every blog going about being a feminist bride but I didn’t come across anything about being a feminist wife, and as a result I was thoroughly unprepared for the post-wedding sexism I was about to encounter. If you’re about to get married, it might pay to be prepared for some of the bizarre encounters you are probably going to have with friends, family and colleagues in the days and weeks after the wedding. So here’s the scoop…
A real elopement turned romantic Winter styled shoot bliss
Real life couple, John and Stephanie, eloped on New Year’s Day and didn’t get any photos taken. Jessica of M&J Photography put out a call for a couple to join her on a killer styled shoot, so it was a win-win to get this gorgeous pair photographed. They had all hoped for a romantic Winter styled shoot with snow, but rain was on the menu which still looked AWESOME. You’ll super dig the pink cake, garden setting, and my fave, the floral gown + black veil combo.
Things I learned when I ended up in a traditional wedding dress. Or: How I stopped caring and learned to love the white dress
I thought I would wear pink, blue, or red, certainly never white — and there was no other way I could be true to myself. Well, I bought my pink dress, and then a week later I hated it. I then returned the dress for store credit a month and a half later (thank god for a lucky return policy in a non-traditional wedding shop), and bought one I loved — a white wedding dress. Since I spent a lot of time fretting over not being “different enough,” I figured I’d share how I stopped caring and learned to love my traditional wedding dress…
News flash: Being a woman doesn’t mean I know how to plan weddings
While I am a cisgender woman, I do not always adhere to the expectations of my gender (like many women). While I’ve come to terms with it in most parts of my life, there is something about the wedding process that shoves it in your face again and again and again…
While many vendors have been kind with my ignorance once I flat-out own it, there seems to be a constant, persistent expectation that I should have more of this wedding thing figured out, or that my double-X chromosome has given me fluency in this secret wedding language.