Thursday, January 29, 2009
So, I Married Myself
No, I didn't. I have, however, just been put onto an article in which the author actually DID! A good friend and fellow singleton sent me a link to an article in More magazine, which I emplore you all to read.
Although she starts off by dissing Sex and the City, she quickly redeems herself as she begins one of the most thoughtful and timely articles about how there are never any celebrations for singletons. Once our friends go off and get married, we have to go to endless showers (this requires party outfits, suppression of the gag reflex and gifts), weddings (this requires dresses, updo's, major suppression of the gag reflex and bigger gifts), housewarmings (this requires an outfit of a more casual nature yet still requires thought, suppression of the gag reflex and more gifts) and, finally, baby showers (this requires more party outfits, ultra suppression of the gag reflex and, of course, gifts). I don't know about you, but to me that is A LOT of work! Not once have I had anyone throw a party for me. I may not have made it over the marriage/baby hurdle, but are there not other milestones for which I could be celebrated? How about a shower for me that could have any of the following themes:
* Congrats, Carrie! You bought a condo on your own and made it a home!
* Congrats, Carrie! You've been to ALL OF OUR weddings/showers/smug-married-get-togethers and always managed to suppress the gag reflex!!
* Congrats, Carrie! You deal with EVERYTHING that married people have to deal with (excluding the death of sex and, more scarily, in-laws) and manage to do it all on your own!!!
* Congrats, Carrie! You've managed to date your way through the men in Cosmopolitan City and on Unnamed Dating Website and you've STILL not been committed to a mental institution!!!
For whoever will be throwing and/or attending my party, I would like you to know that I'm registered at the Saks Fifth Avenue shoe department.