What Wedding?

 Thought I would "bite" and go to the bridal gown page in The fashion mag that I love to laugh with. More than a dozen photo frames later, I came to some conclusions. If weddings which are freaky enough already being nothing but copies of what The magazine touts, the so called "dresses" prove their silliness. I can't see anyone wearing the dresses this fashion "icon" presents as wearable. First of all, they cost enormous amounts that would feed whole starving villages in some countries. The visual fact of most, is laughable.  Let me describe. One was without a slip under the lace that was rather nice. What bride would parade a naked or near naked body, no matter how skinny she dieted for, down the aisle under a transparent thing of little white flowers and leaves in front of all of her relatives, old and young, and then make promises to God? The next so-called dress with great sails of stiff fabric flying out many feet from her body could physically not get down an aisle. Perhaps the dress with acres of feathers from some long dead innocent birds might be able to set wing and get there. Another dress with so much frou frou, it wouldn't allow anyone to walk beside its voluminous widths since the garment was expansive enough to fill a gym. The next few hilarious garments were so freaky that I am sure some clowns are running to hide their bareness behind a bush somewhere in the vicinity of the big tent. And "the big tent" just  happens to be yet another "bridal" gown. Then there is the whole matter of what a wedding is now. It used to be a celebration in which two young people much in love as yet untested, would be surrounded by their kin who supported their union with a happy feast in honour of their coming life together. These days, it's a show party that costs the choice between owning a home or throwing it for as many people as they can stretch their money. There is a new television show that offers this stupidity of some misguided individuals to choose a party instead of a home. But it is a choice. There are couples who live together as married for years, sometimes decades, until they can save up enough money to hold the pretense of what used to be a true wedding. Then there is the infamous wedding dress. It, a bundle of cloth worn only once, costs a huge hunk of money. It ends up in a box in storage. But that is not all. Often in the fashion show style, there is a change of the bride's garments during the day, adding to the expense. The purpose appears to be designer advertising.  As to the party, reduced even in Covid times, and zoomed, it becomes another large chunk of plastic card if not bank account drainage, in hopes of stunning everyone who wolfs the food down, in order to out-class every one of their other married friends' excesses. What used to be a couple of sandwiches and a cake with maybe a glass of wine, is now a well studied presentation not just of food but of flowers everywhere with fancy chairs, silver, china, the best champagne and chef glup on a plate that goes on for hours not to mention the tiny tidbits of caviar with booze and bags of gifts for the guests. And naturally the event starts a day ahead of time with the hairdressers doing their routines, the planners and chefs and make-up artists and music specialists and venue providers and entertainers and on and on and on. Then there is the day-after celebration with breakfast and the couple making more photo shoots. What? What is a wedding? What has it become? And why on earth is it necessary to have it, when most of the newly weds have their own cute children running in and out largely ignored during the affair. Don't know about you, but it makes me wonder what we have become.