How do you morph a centuries old traditional institution into precisely what you want it to be just like that?
I can’t help it. I chuckled my way through this earnest account of a girl’s struggle to incorporate feminism into her wedding. (An off-white gown? Money to charity? Wot? Because no traditional woman would ever do that.)
Emboldened, I blogged again – this time about the ways I was incorporating feminism into the wedding. I wrote about keeping my last name and buying a not-quite white dress from a store that gives all the money to charity. I blogged about the struggle Andrew and I had getting engaged in the same month that California overturned same-sex marriage rights. We had actually discussed not getting married until everyone could; instead, we decided to use our impending marriage as a way to talk about same-sex marriage among our friends and family. In our engagement announcement, for example, we asked anyone considering getting us a gift to instead donate to an organisation fighting for same-sex marriage rights. It felt good, feminist even, to write about an institution so wrought with sexism and discuss ways to make it our own.
You know, if I were to stop laughing, I’d say, sure, one must know and understand what any tradition means before participating, in order for said tradition to be meaningful.
However, let’s pretend you have always found a particular tradition offensive, and have railed against it publicly–it is at least a little bit funny when you just drop it all and join in. Albeit in a random, haphazard way, accompanied by plenty of neurotic anxiety.by