Let me start this post with a disclaimer (specifically for you, dad): I am NOT getting married for a long, long time. I did, however, open (via the internet) the Life section of the Globe and Mail this morning to discover two different articles/essays on weddings (not to mention 3 other links to other wedding articles from the day before). This some how led me down the path of imagination-land wedding planning all before finishing my cup of coffee or taking a shower.

How exactly did I get suckered into dreaming about weddings? I’m 23 and not even remotely interested in naming my wedding day as the most important day of my life. But I guess I am a sucker for pretty things and even bigger sucker for an opportunity to plan the hell out of something (my not-so-secret hobby).

So as the girl that doesn’t believe in engagement rings and would much rather put a down payment on a house than buy a fancy dinner for 150 of my not-so-closest friends and relatives, I enjoyed this article – because so many things in life clash when you are trying to tell the world you’re a feminist but have a lifetime of subliminal, and overt, messages about the things you should want.

I also thought this article was pretty fun too. After attending a wedding last fall that felt completely suited to the Bride and Groom rather than to a traditional wedding magazine, I realized that weddings don’t have to be as bad as tv makes them out to me… just as bad/good as you make them out to be.